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Worship

By: MayhemLass



You're sitting in your office when I come in and close the door. The gentle breeze blows softly through the open window, while in the distance, the thud of a basketball and crystal sound of children shouting can be heard. You look at me enquiringly. 

Saying nothing, I crouch and fumble with the buttons of your jeans. I get the first open, then the second and third. I stop and then reach in and pull out your thick fat cock. It is limp still, just starting to thicken. I like the way it looks lying limp on your thigh, its heavy head pointing down, the white shaft soft and vulnerable. The spongy tip of your prick is barely visible, hiding shyly in its wrinkled nest of skin, a shiny naked hint just visible.

I lean back on my haunches, then leaning forward I study it. You lean back, pushing your hips ever so slightly toward my face. As I watch intently, a clear drop of clear liquid wells up from the tip and oozes down your cock onto your jeans. A thin, sticky thread connects it still to your cock. 

I lip your cock gently with my lips then, closing my eyes, I suck your entire prick into my mouth. I love this feeling. The tip of your prick touches the back of my throat and by hollowing my cheeks and sucking I can swallow it right to the base, where my lips ever so gently nip. I relish the silky feel of your skin, the musky scent composed of clean sweat, the sweet juice which flows from the tip and even a hint of urine, all mixing and combining in the delicious, arousing scent of you. At this point, I also love the gristly feel, the not quite hardness and love that I can get it all in my mouth.

I lie with my head on your knee sucking gently at the delicious morsel in my mouth. I love the way you start to harden as I suck, my warm mouth encircling your prick. Slowly, inexorably, your prick engorges with blood, its girth increasing, and rising stiffly to touch the roof of my mouth. I feel powerful and sensual, your slave serving her Master. 

I hear your heartbeat as my ear lies across your thigh. Now my lips can barely enclose the stiff prick which thrusts into my tongue. I pull back, gently and suck the mushroom head, lapping at the juice which now dribbles in a constant slow sweet stream from the tip.

Sitting back on my haunches I look again. Your prick stands straight and thick and full from between the flaps of your jeans. There is something intensely erotic about you sitting there, your T-shirt untouched, your jeans snugly fitting and only the great stiff prick protruding from the front. Somehow, your prick seems more naked and I feel my cunt tighten and contract, a foretaste of pleasure to come. 

The juice between my thighs runs in streams down the sensitive inner skin, dribbling down to my knee in a glistening stream of visible excitement. I stand and pull my skirt up to my waist and display my wet glistening cunt to your gaze. I tip forward my hips so you can clearly see the slit, my inner lips already swollen, their normally pink tones, red and engorged with blood. You see to the nub of my clitoris. 

You reach for me but I don't let you. I ache for you to touch me but again I crouch, keeping the skirt well above my waist so that when you look down you can see how my cunt splits from my position. You can see the red lips flowering from between the paler naked skin of the outer lips and in this position, my clitoris is forced up and out of its little hiding place.

I lean forward and fumble with one more button, then gently, carefully reach inside your pants to cup and then pull gently at your balls. Ever so delicately I pull them up and out of your jeans, tugging slightly to pull them over the still closed buttons. I lay them down.

I sit back and gaze on the incredibly erotic sight which fills my sight, intoxicates my senses. Your stiff prick stands straight and tall, its crimson head uncovered and glistening with a combination of my saliva and the juice from your own arousal. A constant stream of pre-cum nectar dribbles from the small hole at the tip, trailing down the thick white shaft and dampening the jeans. Your balls, tender eggs encased in soft furry sacks look large and swollen, pushed up as they are from beneath. 

Your entire sex is now completely visible now although your clothes remain largely untouched. To see your cock and balls like that is incongruous and totally exciting, displayed for my pleasure only; yet there is mastery in their impudence, a statement that they are there and I am here to worship them. 

I feel a masochistic thrill of excitement that makes my breasts stiffen. I like this feeling that I am nothing but a slave to you, that you can't be bothered to even undress, but just as you have a coffee when thirsty or take a piss when your bladder is full, I am a convenience, here to be used. 

I feel my cunt contract and a strong spurt of juice runs down the crack of my ass.

I cannot wait any longer. Although I long to touch myself, I do not allow myself to do so. Crouching I reach out and grasp your beloved prick firmly at the base and lower my mouth. My head bobs up and down as I suck strongly at your cock. You push my forehead back so that you can better see your engorged cock appearing and disappearing into the small prison of my mouth. I can tell that you are pleased by the way my small mouth is strained and pulled by the girth of your prick.

Reaching down you command me to pull up my shirt. I do so, exposing my plump, yearning breasts, their tips red and engorged and stiff, their softness quivering and jiggling as my head pumps up and down. You watch my tits bob up and down and I feel your prick stiffen even more. At the base of your prick I feel that thrumming and the ache in my cunt is almost painful. I know that your cum is gathering by the tightening and drawing up of your hairy balls into your groin.

Suddenly, you grasp my head on either side and roughly pull me down hard on your cock. Then raising your hips slightly you begin to pump your prick rapidly in and out of my mouth. I choke slightly but you do not stop, merely adjusting the angle slightly so the tip of your cock goes further down my throat. 

I am in ecstasy as I feel your prick pounding in my soft mouth. I know that in your mind there is only a desire to conquer, to thrust, to pump your load into the softness in which it is encased. I suck wildly at your rapidly pumping cock, gagging a bit and choking and feeling as if my cunt was going to shatter. I hear you gasp, I hear you call me slut, and tell me that I am going to get what I am looking for, that you are going to shoot your cum right down my throat.

Suddenly, you pull the back of my head roughly to your groin and with a groan you discharge. I feel your prick jerk and shudder as hot, liquid sperm shoots from the tip, filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I swallow quickly, terrified of losing even a drop but despite my efforts, as your cock continues to spurt, my mouth fills and starchy white cum drips from the corner of my mouth.

The throbbing begins to slow and slowly your prick empties itself. I rest my head on your thighs, holding your softening prick between my lips. It seems like a long time but I am loath to let it go. We both start a bit as we hear a dripping. I reluctantly release your prick and look between my thighs. My cunt is literally streaming juice so that it is actually audibly striking the floor like raindrops.

You pull me to my feet, grabbing my hips and pulling them to you. You barely touch my cunt, flicking the sensitive nub of my pleasure. Like a huge black wave, my orgasm erupts and my cunt convulses. Moaning, my legs buckle as my contractions hit. I fall to my knees. You pull me close and meet my lips in a fierce clinging kiss. Your tongue invades my mouth and you suck gently, pulling in the remnants of your cum and sharing the taste of your pleasure.

An eon later, the throbbing subsiding, I look at you. Your prick is soft now and lies flaccid and innocent on your thigh. Leaving over I very, very gently lick it clean. I do the same with your balls, running my tongue over and under their tenderness. Gently I pull open your fly and place your prick and your balls reverently back in and button you.

Rising, I give you a gentle, grateful kiss and go to make supper. 

Worship



My story begins three weeks after my twentieth birthday. I've decided I have to write it down to get over it or to remember it better. I haven't yet determined which. It was either a horrifying experience or the most erotic I'll ever know.

It was my second year in college at the University of Utah, working on my bachelors in mathematics with straight A's thus far. My plan was to prove myself here and get into Stanford for my PhD. I lived on campus with my roommate Becca, enjoying the classes, life and especially the boys. I seemed to have my pick since I'm what they consider attractive or to put it like they do, "Smoking Hot". But this story isn't about the boys at school I've had relations with. No this story is much darker, bordering on disturbing. I take that back, to most people this story is very disturbing.

From what I know now they were watching me for some time, months actually, learning my patterns, classes, friends and life. Once they had enough information on me it was time for them to make their move. I was oblivious, naïve, thinking all was wonderful in my life. Believing I was safe on campus after dark since the walk from Tony's dorm was only five minutes and he was with me. We had just finished making out, instead of full on sex I decided to please him with my mouth tonight to hurry things up. I had some homework I had to do before the morning classes. Once he climaxed, and got dressed again we headed to my dorm.

It was very dark, no moon that night and neither of us saw or heard our attackers until it was too late. Tony went down like a sack of potatoes and the next thing I knew I had a gag in my mouth and a cloth sack over my head. I was hoisted over a shoulder, while struggling to get free, and carried off to who knows where.

Looking back on that night I remembered being terrified and expecting to be hurt, raped or killed the entire time. But that was what was strange and why I have such mixed feelings about it. They never hurt me, never once handled me roughly besides tossing me onto a shoulder. Even when I hit them and struggled they never laid a hand on me to do me harm. Never once called me degrading names or disrespected me in language. It was the exact opposite. They worshipped me! Calling me blessed, perfect, goddess, holy and magnificent. And that was before my clothes were off. The praise only increased as the night went on.

I was carried for a long time, I have no clue exactly how long but it was over an hour, maybe even two. Suddenly the temperature changed to warmer and it felt like I was descending stairs on the man's shoulders. I could hear others around as well but only one carried me. He set me down in a chair and I knew I was inside, surrounded by men. I could smell them. It wasn't a bad smell, musky and rather pleasant but definitely men. I sat frozen, absolutely terrified out of my head. I dared not move off the chair or remove the sack on my head for fear of repercussions. I had full use of my hands and legs but didn't have the guts to do anything because I knew they were all around me. Some time passed and I heard clothing rustling and strange sounds I couldn't decipher. 

"Daughter of Eve, thy subjects honor thee in body and mind, calling thee here for the reception of the holy offering. We mean thee no harm, only adoration and devotion. Please remove thine apparel," a man spoke.

He was older by the sound of his voice and the way he talked took me back until his final statement. He wanted me to take my clothes off I think! Was he crazy? I shook my head vigorously in my hood, tears streaming down my face. A few sobs escaped my lips when I couldn't control them.

"Daughter of Eve, the flesh must receive the offering. No harm will come to thee; thy servants abhor violence upon Eve's Daughters. Thy subjects pledge devotion, vowing not a single hair of thy head will be harmed. Please undress," a new voice said, younger this time.

"If you abhor violence and are my subjects then let me go!" I screamed in fear and anger.

"Thy subjects apologize for thine afflictions but the offering must be received. Thou hast been chosen. A great honor has been bestowed upon thy head. Blessings will abound in thy life beyond thy understanding," another voice said.

He was approaching me as he spoke and by the time he was done was directly in front of me. I felt him pull the lace on my left shoe. I freaked out, kicking my foot toward him as hard as I could. I made contact, knocking him back. I froze expecting to be punished for the hard kick but he did nothing in retaliation. This was when I decided my predicament was very odd. The things they were saying, the gentleness they exhibited even after I kicked one of them as hard as I could in the face, was not normal.

Silence set in, I heard the man I kicked get up and move away from me once again. The voices came from around a circle I assumed I was the center of. I waited, frozen in the chair for something to happen. The thing that did, threw me for a loop, I surely wasn't expecting singing. It started with one voice, beautiful and clear in a language I didn't understand. He was joined by another and another until the circle of men was singing. It was a song of devotion, obviously, I guess to me or Eve or both.

The song had a very strange calming effect on me. It wasn't magic or some hypnotic trance. I was fully aware the entire time but the beauty of the tune and feeling of reverence from the men calmed me, almost warming me from the inside out. I began to believe what they had said. I didn't think they were going to hurt me but why did they want me naked and what offering were they talking about and who exactly was going to receive it?

I don't know why, I can't really explain it but after the song I was calm, my crying had stopped, my heart had returned to almost normal and when my other shoe lace was pulled I did nothing. The man at my feet removed my Sketchers gently in almost slow motion. My socks were next and still I didn't move. His hands were warm on my feet and ankles and extremely smooth. After my socks were off he moved back. I heard another man from behind me approach.

"Please stand, goddess," he said politely.

I obeyed, hearing the chair taken from behind me. The ground was warm and cold in spots like some kind of metal was inlaid in a pattern on the floor under my bare feet. The musty aroma was increasing as I stood with the hood still over my head. The man returned to the others and the first man spoke again.

"Thou may remove the shroud if thou desirers, but remember thy humble followers mean thee no ill will. What thou shalt see will confuse thee, possibly frighten but it is only part of the ceremony and a necessity," he explained.

I slowly pulled the hood off my face and stared in horror at a circle of naked men, each with erect penises. They had hoods on themselves, concealing their faces but with holes over the eyes to see. None of them made a move toward me. The calmness I experienced was gone, my heart was racing again and I feared for my life and body. I didn't know what to do or say. There had to be over twenty men, ranging in age from old to young from the bodies I viewed. I watched a few of them maintain their erections with their hands as they began to fall flaccid. Many were oozing and I had a good idea what the offering was now and the musty odor.

"Please remove the rest of thine apparel for the offering," the older man directly in front of me said, motioning to a small red pillow on the floor next to me.

I looked down at the scarlet pillow placed directly in the middle of an intricate design of silver, inlaid on the wood floor. The pattern spread out, weaving around and around in a crisscrossing pattern very much like a Celtic weave but one I've never seen before. Some of the others began stroking their members, keeping themselves aroused, while staring and waiting for me to obey.

"So you want me to strip, kneel and what then?"

"Each of thy subjects will present thee an offering to thy flesh, bathing thee in glory, symbolic of Mother Eve receiving the same," the man answered.

"That's what I thought. And if I do this, will you let me go?"

"Most assuredly, blessed Daughter of Eve."

I knew if they wanted, they could easily overpower me, strip me naked and do whatever they wanted. My only chance was to do as they asked and hope for the best. They weren't going to let me leave until this bizarre ceremony was complete. Some more men stiffened up their members while I debated my options. I noticed the younger men didn't have to stroke as much, their members stayed at attention just by watching me.

They were patient, another sign they weren't going to harm me, but it was a huge struggle to consider removing my clothes in front of all of them. The scent in the room increased and several drops of pre-ejaculate oozed to the wood floor while they waited for my decision.

"What if I don't want to be worshiped and receive this offering? What will you do with me then?" I asked bravely.

"If thou only knew the honor bestowed upon thee during the offering, thou would most graciously accept. From the dawn of man, Daughters of Eve have been given the honor. Only the choicest of Daughters are selected for the tribute. This night is holy, when the planet Venus aligns with the Earth and Sun. Only this night can the offering be given. Thou must accept our offering we beg of thee."

"Why was I selected? I'm sure there are other Daughters that would willingly accept your offering."

"Thou art perfect, selected from hundreds of potentials; thy servants have chosen thee to be the recipient, for thy beauty, form, grace, intellect and spirit."

I was truly taken a back. I've been called hot before but not perfect. I almost felt pride for being selected for their ritual if it wasn't for the abduction and oddity of the whole thing. But I'm sure they knew I would never have come on my own if they would have asked. I also knew that they had been watching me for some time and comparing me with hundreds of other woman. To be selected was quite an odd sensation.

"So, no touching me? You'll just do your thing on my body and that's it?" I asked not knowing how else to put it.

"Correct, the offering is symbolic of our devotion to Eve, giving her our most precious self without physical contact."

I thought about it for another long space of time, as they stood their aroused and oozing. I waited so long each man had small drips of pre-ejaculate in front of him, some more than others. I made up my mind without telling them. Instead I slowly started to unbutton my shirt enough to pull it over my head. I stood there with just my pants and bra on, tossing my shirt to the ground. The stroking became less and less the more clothing I took off. Dropping my pants I kicked them away and only had my underclothes on. All the men were harder than I've seen previous and the production of pre-ejaculate increased, filling the room with their scent.

My bra came off first, quickly followed by my panties. As soon as they were off a man broke the circle toward me and I kind of freaked out, screaming until I realized he was just collecting my clothing and removing them off the symbol on the floor. None of them had to stroke any more at all. They picked me for my beauty and apparently I was doing it for them. Wasting no more time I took my position, kneeling on the soft silk pillow in the center of the room. My nipples hardened in the colder air and my body seemed to be reacting to the smell and sight of all the naked men.

The ritual began as soon as I was in position. They started chanting in the strange language and rhythmically stroking their members to the beat of the music. It was very strange to watch them synchronized in masturbation and hear them chanting. I wondered if they planned on all ejaculating at the same time, which would be quite an achievement let alone sight.

When one of the younger ones broke ranks an approached me I knew the answer. He traveled directly toward me, instead of coming to my front. He was actually slightly behind me to my left. The others continued to chant and then he yelled out his own symbolic praise, splattering me with more semen than I've ever seen before. It was then I realized they had been saving up for this night for who knows how long. He coated my left side, arm and breast with large ropes of sticky warm cum that dripped to the floor and down my naked body. The sensation of his warm semen hitting my body sent jolts of pleasure through me I wasn't expecting.

Once he was finished he bowed his head to me and backed up to the circle. I didn't know how to respond, just giving him a tiny smile while globs of semen dripped to the floor. I didn't move, didn't touch his offering even when it began to cool and itch. The chanting hadn't stopped or the stroking. It was less than a minute before I heard the scream and felt hot semen hitting my back and shoulders. One of them men behind me had silently walked toward me and unloaded his offering with a yell that startled me before I felt his cum. Another impressive load. I turned my head once I knew he was there. He was older than the first and had a much larger penis. He bowed as he finished and returned to the circle. Chills went through my body, stimulating me. It shouldn't have happened but for some reason their offerings were turning me on, arousing my nipples and clitoris.

Seconds' later two more came at the same time, one almost directly in front of me and the other further behind. The guy in the front really had a load and I think the visual of my breasts helped because he bent his penis down to make sure he hit them. They yelled together and unloaded their offerings, splattering my body, further arousing me to the point I wanted to touch myself and grind my hand onto my growing clitoris. My breasts were covered now and more of my left side and back which dropped onto my bent legs and feet after running off my butt.

More and more men approached, bathing me in their offerings until, without any stimulation from myself I climaxed! Kneeling there on the pillow, covered in an insane amount of semen my body hit a peak and orgasm as if I was being made love to or masturbating in my bed. It was unreal how my body felt! I think I actually screamed out in pleasure and I know I was vibrating and clenching up as I felt their warm sticky loads splatter my body until all but my face was covered with strings of gooey hot cum.

The chanting stopped after the last man released his offering and returned to the circle. I was still shaking, in a fit of pleasure, feeling overcome with self worth and importance. I don't know what it was but I really felt like I had just taken part in something very important and not only taken part but was the center of the importance. I looked around the room of men, most of their penises were flaccid but some of the first to offer were erect again. They weren't maintaining them with their hands but just the image of my body covered in shiny, sparkling semen was enough to keep them engorged. A single man turned and took a scarlet robe off the wall behind him and walked into the circle. I stood up and he placed the robe on my naked wet body. The offering was soon sucked up as I wrapped the robe around me. I didn't know what to say or do. I know they heard me scream and saw my body orgasm and I felt a little embarrassed I enjoyed it so much.

"Daughter of Eve, thou doest honor us with thy reception of the offering. Thy orgasm signifies the proper reception from Eve through thee. When thou art ready, thy clothing is awaiting thee. Due to this sacred location thy humble servants must shroud thy eyes again to return thee to thy habitation, leaving thee unharmed," the old man spoke again.

I didn't immediately walk to my clothes it was almost like I didn't want it to end. I don't know for sure but maybe Eve really did somehow accept their offering vicariously through me. It was nuts but it was the only explanation I had to why my body reacted the way it did. After some time I slowly walked to my clothing. Using the robe I cleaned myself off fully and replaced my clothing. The men also redressed and a large, wide individual handed me the hood. I put it on my head and he immediately lifted me up onto his shoulders to carry me back home.

When he set me down and I removed the hood it was just beginning to be light and they were nowhere to be seen. I haven't told anyone what really happened, making up a story to tell Tony. He was fine, just had a bump on his head from being knocked unconscious. We talked to campus police and later city police. I had to continue to state over and over I wasn't sexually assaulted, that the man that carried me off must have had a change of heart and let me go, never revealing what really happened to me. It was the least I could do for my 'humble servants'. 

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The author would like to thank gambit37 for his excellent and timely editing. He makes my stories even more fun to read.



Worship: But Not The Planned One



You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.

But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily. He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree. She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him. 

She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?

And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name. She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her. And not all those brushes and crushes seemed forced; now here was that cock rubbing itself on her ample, rounded ass, even pausing between her buttocks for an extra rub. Her reaction was somewhere between bubbling desire and revulsion. 

In general she loved how sexy she felt and how wanton and lustful she really was. She dressed, showed off and mentally seduced all the men, young and old that she socially encountered. And she took all that pent up energy to her husband at any time and place where she could get him to fuck her.

She would have happily fucked Sundar uncle who was her husband's mother's brother. An ex-military type he seemed fit and his body seemed strong. "Would that strength extend, despite his age to his sexual stamina?" she often wondered. 

She often dreamed of seducing Sundar uncle's his son Surya and really wanted to allow her own cousin Shashidhar to plunder her as he did with his lustful eyes -- but decorum restrained her. 

Sometimes she wondered if it was her own inhibition. Sometimes she felt it was a consciousness that she played a key role in her household and somehow any such unleashing of her sexual desires would create some imbalance.

She also thought of what might happen if someone, especially Sundar Uncle who was a figure of authority reacted badly and exposed her in front of the family. She was a bit surer of the younger guys -- they would happily indulge in her and fulfill their own fantasies she was sure.

So some combination of inhibition, fear, cowardice and a lack of opportunity outweighed her pulsating sexuality and fertile imagination.

So she did all this mentally. Every day. Every opportunity.

She was one of those mamis who was always doing a lot around the house. And theirs was a house where there was always a lot of coming and going. If it was not in the family, it was some neighborhood function around some festival.

On all these occasions, Shobha mami's zest translated to a bubbling personality. Add to that her curvaceous figure and playfulness -- she was quite a package. The menfolk in these situations always spent a lot of time eyeing her and thinking about her. If they were not imagining themselves in bed with her, at the very least they imagined her breasts to play with. 

Many of the younger men yearned to work alongside her putting up flowers or stirring ingredients. They wanted to be near her just so that she might flirt with them. Or hands might touch. Or her saree pallo might slip. And who knows, if one was lucky he might die and go to heaven in those soft plump arms and everything that lay within.

But Shobha mami did much of that kind of work with the kids in the community. Her flirtatious best was reserved for men older than her; men she could really bed if she got down to it. But unknown to anyone, beyond that flirtatious exterior was a woman who furiously fantasized about every man she encountered. And on more than one occasion she masturbated to that fantasy.

Or brought it to her marital bed. And on those occasions she surprised her husband with additional sexual energy and her sluttish devotion to pleasure and lust. 

She might have mouthed him to orgasm imagining him to the strict, disciplinarian Sundar uncle and viewed the cumming as his taming. She might have ridden him, on top, to an uncontrolled, explosive orgasm pretending she was deflowering the young Surya.

Or bent over and insisted he ride her like the bitch on heat she felt herself to be at that moment.

Her husband, on all such occasions enjoyed the whore in her and the contrast with the dutiful social mami added to the lust of her slutty tendencies when in bed with him.

He could make out which were ordinary days and which were days of extra energy. She was not the same woman. Making love to her oscillated between worshipping a divine, motherly woman and plundering and being plundered by a wanton slut.

So yes, there was some playfulness in her for all the men who used the opportunity to feel her in different ways. In some ways it was also a compromise in a society where crowds were what they were and men were the way they were. 

They would grope on such occasions but at least enough of them were cowards like Sundar uncle -- they would not have the guts to seduce or respond unless the woman made the definitive move. "Hypocrites!" she thought to herself.

So she told Srikant, "Let us stick to each other! It is unbearable in this crowd."

"Yes, mami," mumbled the taller, younger man, looking down Shobha's cleavage. Sweat coated them and her blouse was at least partially soaked. How often had he imagined his face between those mounds of flesh! And here he was looking down and admiring them freely. The rivulets ran down her broad chest, converging at her cleavage and running down where he wanted his lips to run.

She looked up and saw his eyes riveted on her bosom. She struggled to bring her hand up to pull her pallo over her breasts, making both of them more conscious of the situation. 

But her gesture was not genuine. She was already beginning to feel a different kind of heat radiate from within at the awareness of the young man's eyes on her. Hypocritically, her actions were her social self, while she actually wanted to let him nibble at her with his eyes.

Her mind briefly dwelt on the situation. She had seen him in and about the neighborhood. She noted that he had never featured in any fantasy possibly because he was younger and not within the family. Even in her mind, she felt bolder with the older males. They often represented authority figures and she suspected that beneath that veneer was a male who could be subjugated with sex. 

Every flirtatious gesture was to test if that theory was correct. Or within the family, where they represented opportunity and control. The rest of the working out of the theory -- of she fucking the authority figure and reducing him to bubbling mass of flesh under her; of taming the young man and making him her sexual slave -- was done in her mind.

As she was wondering on whether to flirt with this young man there was a lurch in the crowded mass of bodies. Her pallo was swept aside and her cleavage was again exposed. But also more of the blouse was now also visible to him and he saw the damp fabric stuck to her body. In fact, Srikant could smell Shobha mami's womanly aromas as they rose off her body.

"Take this," Shobha mami bellowed at him, handing him her pooja basket, loaded with a coconut, a dozen bananas and flowers. Srikant took them and held them high over their heads. Shobha pushed with her left shoulder to make way and both of them sideways, facing each other made their way forward. "Stay with me," she shouted above the din.

He was not about to lose her. She featured in the standard set of two or three of his hot favorite women from the locality. He often ran errands for the other two, in the hope that opportunity for a steamy encounter would present itself. He had often been home alone with Saroja mami in her kitchen having just brought her some vegetable or ingredient she had just requested. Like with all the mamis of the neighborhood, the breasts were heavy and sumptuous. And in his limited repertoire of fantasies, all he wanted was those breasts.

Some of the stuff he had seen on the net told him there was more -- but he did not fully understand many of things shown there. 

Srikant's fantasies usually revolved around their breasts; he imagined his buried in them, his lips sucking at them and him playing with those objects of his intense desire. It resulted in an erection that could not be controlled and he masturbated quickly to find release. At least once he had done this standing in the corridor of Saroja mami's house, his eyes on her as she sat on the kitchen floor, grating coconut.

It was he who had brought her that coconut. When Saroja mami sat down with the grater on the floor he had a good view of her breasts. That morning she was wearing no bra within and in the heat of her kitchen she was soaked. Slowly from her armpits the sweat had seeped through and the side of her breasts were clamped to the cloth. Her nipples formed dark patches and Srikant's throat had gone dry as his eyes riveted on those knobs he wished to suck.

When Saroja mami had started moving back and forth and grating the coconut the jiggling of her breasts was too much for him to take. Mami was talking to him about a forthcoming cricket match but his mind was on a different ground.

"Sachin's last, isn't it?" Saroja mami had asked, perspiration flowing from her effort. She always engaged these boys in small talk else they could not be asked to run these errands.

Suddenly, she was met with silence. Unknown to her, Srikant had moved off to where he was not likely to be noticed and has masturbated. His breathing was heavy as his hand massaged his cock feverishly through his dhoti, for that is where he meant to catch the mess of fluids that flowed.

He had come, shuddering, watching Saroja mami rocking while grating the coconut, and he imagined that rocking to be her atop him. He milked himself till the jerks receded and quickly made a quiet exit hoping not to meet anyone while on his way home to change his dhoti.

Now, today at the temple with both his hands above holding the basket, Shobha held his midriff and they shuffled forward, toward the temple gate. That temple gate was the bottleneck. Once on the other side of that narrow passage the crush would ease as they reached the outer courtyard of the temple.

Shobha found herself closer than ever to the youngster given that his arms were now raised and she was holding on to him to keep them together and moving. Her face was in his chest and through his thin shirt she found his nipples poking through. She almost allowed her hands around him but moved her fingers to his sides again to avoid ending up hugging him.

Srikant shivered as he felt Shobha mami's cheek pressing against his chest -- and Shobha felt the shiver, too. At one point, he felt he might lose his balance and with his one free handed grabbed at Shobha mami. He held her just below her armpit.

As the jostling continued she found her face remained at more or less the same spot on his chest. Mischievously, she closed her wet mouth on his shirt, allowing her saliva to seep the cotton so that he felt her. And so that she felt him. Her lips playfully tugged on the nipple exactly once. 

Srikant shuddered and reflexively brought his hand down on her hand -- sort of pushing her towards him. He realized the brazenness of the gesture and let his hand drop to her shoulder. Shobha mami looked up at him with radiant eyes and he could have kissed her right there, in the middle of the crowd.

Instead his hand dropped further and rested on her midriff, his hand against the side of her breast. As Shobha heaved, he felt that mass swell in his hand. He allowed his hand to stay there for she had not brushed him off. He allowed himself the small gesture of pressing on the breast. She still did not stop him. She was in fact preoccupied with negotiating the crowd.

But she did notice it, when encouraged by her silence, his thumb searched for her nipple. She looked down and watched his thumb at circled and looked in all the wrong places. "What does a boy know about the anatomy of a woman?" she thought, watching him move his thumb every which way. Once he came close to her areola but the wire of her bra misled him to thinking he was in the wrong direction.

Suddenly, she felt excited at the thought that being a teacher to a youth, initiating him to the body of a woman was a titillating thought, too. All these days she only planned on bedding the older lot. Suddenly, the education of a young man in the ways of being with a woman appealed to her. And she remembered something her husband had once told her which warmed her further to this thought. 

She looked up at him and laughed. Her laugh was a tinkle befitting a courtesan. But it was her eyes that spoke. And she was famous for that. At many of her husband's office gatherings, or indeed at family functions, it was with her eyes that she spoke to the men she flirted with.

With not a word spoken, but with gestures, laughs and sparkling eyes, Shobha had always communicated sexually with each one. Her flirtation bordered on aggressive sexuality and she used her body to leave the man in no doubt.

So it was with Srikant now. 

"Looking for something?" she asked. Srikant started to remove his hand.

"Don't stir," she hissed at him. On her other breast she placed her own hand and with a subtle movement toggled her already erect nipple to show him where to find it. She felt ripples of pleasure with her self -- manipulation and waited to see if the boy had any treat for her.

He proved a good student at this one step, finding the nipple where she showed it would be. The aroused, erect state of the nipple surprised him and he felt the first flow of wetness in his underwear.

He carefully felt its contours and imagined that in his mouth. He was drenched now and desperately needed to stroke himself. He could have moved his free hand to his crotch but he did not want to lose contact with her breast and the nipple.

Lust makes a person bolder than he or she should be. Srikant in his desperate lust shuffled forward so that his crotch pressed against Shobha mami's lower abdomen. He pressed as hard he needed to so that his cock felt a much-needed squeeze. And when he had pressed all that he could, he felt the softness of her abdomen and wished for something hard to grind himself against. 

But Shobha was no less aware for that -- she felt the cock on her and she thought she felt the young man grind himself. She knew that grinding thing -- she had seen her cousin Shashidhar run the base of his palm over his crotch more than once while watching her from a short distance. She didn't think Shashidhar had been signaling her or would be so crass- she felt it was an involuntary action on his part at the uncontrolled erection he had worked himself up to, fantasizing over his cousin.

And it was the same now it seemed with Srikant, in this unlikeliest of places -- at the gateway to a temple. "We are not yet past the entrance gate," she rationalized to herself as she felt herself warming to the situation and wanting to do more with this young man.

With a naughtiness typical of her, she gently rolled her stomach so that she responded to his grind with one of her own. Srikant felt the relief of a proper massage to his cock and sucked his breath inward. It seemed so purposeful, "Was it deliberate?" he wondered. In the next instant his doubts multiplied. On the pretext of adjusting her saree Shobha moved her right across between their bodies. The back of her hand rested on his crotch. She rolled it over the trunk of his cock feeling its contours. The moment she had a sense of its alignment she spread her index and middle finger. The forked fingers moved up the cock and as she came up on the head she narrowed her fingers, squeezing the tip the best she could.

Srikant shuddered as his cock released a small quantum of cum in relief. She felt the shudder too, and also the warmth and was that moistness? Involuntarily, her face reddening she looked up to see the reaction on the boy's face and their eyes met. Shobha mami knew lust when she saw it. She quickly looked away.

At once she felt both sorry for having created a situation that was not immediately solvable and excited at having seduced Srikant. She felt her throat dry up. 

Till today, all her sexual fantasies had been in her mind. But now, this boy from her neighborhood -- her body and mind seemed ready to sink into a dalliance with him. 

The shuffle continued as the crowd and heaved and pushed. Shobha found herself slightly misaligned with Srikant. Her machinations with his cock had moved them askew a wee bit but this was fortuitous. It allowed Shobha to get his thigh between her legs. And while she wanted to do more with that excitable cock of his, she had needs of her own and she added that to her seductive mix.

She splayed open her legs and allowed herself to plant her pussy with the weight of her body behind it, squarely on his thigh. Then to make sure that it was not a passing grind that might be mistaken she bent her hips ever so slightly and rode her pussy up his thigh. 

The rub supplied her with simple pleasure. He had never seen or been with a woman and he had no idea beyond the fact that somewhere in that part of the body was where man and woman joined when they responded to their innate desires.

His cock had swelled larger than ever before. Even when he looked at all those nude pictures or clips on the net it had not been this large; nor had it been larger when he fantasized about any and every married woman on the street where he lived - including Shobha mami. He just wanted to be somewhere else where he could masturbate to one more fantasy --this time with more to add to his imagination.

And again. Again she rubbed her pussy against his thigh that he now pushed forward once more. Between the two rubs she had half made up her mind that this boy would be the one which whom she would unleash the real Shobha. The wanton, lust-ridden Shobha. The Shobha who had desires and needs beyond her marital bed and who would it take it wherever it took her.

It inflamed her senses to the point that the second rub brought on sensations that no other part of her body could have provided. She was agape, the lips had unfolded and she sensed the flow and wondered if her groin was going to be one soppy mess by the time she was to reach the sanctum of the temple. 

And this time Srikant felt a little more than he had felt the last time. Something more moist and slippery than just the plain body he had felt before, perhaps? He still had no way of knowing. He made up his mind then and there -- he would turn back from the temple. He desperately needed the release and in any case this was not the frame of mind in which one visited the temple.

His mind was in a dizzy whirl with desire and he wondered how much of it was imagined by him and how much real. No -- it was real. Those fingers on him, that deliberate angle she gave her hips so that her pussy would rub on him -- those were not accidents. She had to want to do it for those things to happen.

He would have turned and made a dash for his house and for the one private place he knew there on the rooftop below the water tank. But he did not want to separate his body from that of the desirable woman who rubbed herself against him much as a cat would against a scratching pole.

Anyway, their separation was inevitable and likely to happen soon. At that time he would anyway have to go to the rooftop refuge and masturbate. He controlled his need for release to enjoy what he was getting right now.




Worship: But Not The Planned One Pt. 02



The first time was by chance, this time it was planned to a "t". But not for herself. Shobha was doing a favor for another mami (aunty). She had gotten into a conversation in which one thing led to another.

Alamelu, her friend had talked about how she felt when her husband fucked her. It started well enough and he did enough for her to realize that there was more within her.

But there it stopped. Something inside her bubbled up and that told her that was something inside her that needed unleashing.

When she confessed this to her older friend, Shobha had simply said, "Yes, there is more!"

After that there was no stopping Alamelu. She wanted to know more and more. And she wanted to know how Shobha knew. And then Shobha told her of the boy in the neighbourhood: The 18 year old Srikant and when they had first met at the temple in the crush of a busy function day. They merely knew that they were from the same locality. They had never really spoken till that day.

In that crush they were pressed together. Shobha's luscious body was pressed against the young man's hard body. Soft, sensuous and voluptuous nothing was left to Srikant's imagination.

As for Shobha, while she fantasized about all sorts of sexual encounters with all sort of people. For the forty-five year-old mami it her first, if accidental encounter with any man other than her own husband's anatomy. And Srikant's cock impressed her.

The voluptuous woman felt need and want and took the boy to a less frequented area of the temple and there, laying on the spread of her saree, they fucked. Him on top. She on top. Then his celebration of her breasts. And then the animalness of a doggy-fuck.

Her invitation to him to come over for breakfast to Alamelu's house was on her friend's insistence. It was a deliberate ploy.Equally deliberate was the way she dressed.

She had ambushed him in the market place and whispered her invitation to him the previous evening.

"Come home. To eat," she had said huskily. After moving forward two steps she turned back. Her large red vermilion bindi flashing, the glint of her taali around her neck, she broke into a broad suggestive smile and said, "To eat dosas!" leaving him on doubt on what she was inviting him to eat.

That night he masturbated, not once. Each time he imagined her breasts, her ass her bubbly cunt and each time his cum spurted large quantities.

As Srikant sat at the table to eat that morning, Shobha used her saree to advantage. It was the same saree. But she had tied it sensuously. The upper part was tightly wrapped and ran under her breasts for the most part. Her sumptuous chest was heavy and bursting out. The blouse itself had no bra underneath. 

Her nipples, engorged all morning in anticipation of her meeting with her young lover jutted through the thin fabric. The top hook of her blouse she had left undone so that sweaty slopes glistened. Damp in places, the blouse stuck to her skin. As she leaned over him to serve him dosas, he could smell her sweet flesh.

She tucked the waist of her saree under her navel. It let her curved tummy out. It was not much a belly - just a vast expanse of flesh as the torso broadened to wide childbearing hips. Her navel was seen and the curve of her tummy was maddening.

When she turned to go to the kitchen Srikant's eyes were on her ass, rolling and inviting. When she returned with the next dosa she found the previous one lying uneaten.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked. "You need energy, don't you?" she asked mischievously. 

She came close to him and stood next to where he was seated. She leaned allowing her breasts to press on him. He glanced downward. She followed his eyes. There it was - the tent in his dhoti as he made no attempt to hide a raging erection.

And now here he was unabated by all that release. "You eat," she said rubbing his head into her breasts through blouse and all. "I'll take care of that," she whispered. He grabbed her blouse and mouthed her nipples, wetting her fabric thoroughly. He could see the large nipples that he had sucked so well that she wished milk would flow. He wanted them now, again.

"Stop!" whispered Shobha, unwilling to stop. "She will see!" she gestured towards Alamelu.

Just as she had prepared for this rendezvous wearing no bra, he too had come wearing only his dhoti but nothing beneath. As Shobha mami glanced down she noticed the thick erect cock prone and ready. She smelt his precum and noticed the damp patches on the cotton garment. She reached down and gave him a rewarding squeeze and sped to the kitchen.

Alamelu mami could not have been more of a contrast that Shobha. If Shobha was all curves and voluptuous Alamelu was thin as a stick, with spectacles and very prim looking.

For all her prim looks it was Alamelu pestering Shobha about the bounce in her walk got Shobha to confess to the temple encounter. Shobha herself did not have the courage to invite the boy home. But on Alamelu's prodding and demand here they were.

Srikant sat and looked at Shobha as the two mamis tended to his breakfast needs ignoring the raging hard on beneath the table top. When they were at the kitchen worktop, they kept whispering. Alamelu ogled him more and Shobha occasionally looked back as she emphasized a point.

"He looks so young!" Alamelu exclaimed. [Chinna payyen di!]

"That's what makes them able to fuck for longer," said Shobha saucily and giggled. [Adu daan nammaku venumay]. Alamelu looked shocked though she felt a surge in her pussy at that statement.

"But does he know anything?" wondered Alamelu, adjusting her saree as if the overheated state of her sex might be visible to the boy. [Edavadue teriyuma?]

"Enough to take me thrice in three different ways," said Shobha her voice dropping to a hoarse whisper of excitement. [Ena nalla techaan!]

"But that's you," said Alamelu, looking at her friend's large breasts and overly sexual demeanor.

"Don't worry, I am there," said Shobha.

"How can you be there?" said an alarmed Alamelu. 

"If you need me," soothed Shobha at which Alamelu went beet red and hid her face in Shobha's shoulder. Shobha patted her head.

Meanwhile, Srikant's needs had soared. Every time the ladies went to the kitchen counter his hand sneaked under and he pressed on his engorged cock for relief. Every time Shobha mami came over he eyed her lustily, openly. He stared at those breasts, barely restrained in her blouse. He could see the nipples he had sucked on greedily just the other day. 

"He is ready for you," whispered Shobha. [Avan ready]

"How do you know?" asked Alamelu incredulously. [Eppadi teriyum?]

"Look under the table," said Shobha. [Keezha paaru]

When they went next, Alamelu cleverly dropped the chutney serving ladle and bent to pick it up. Srikant froze. But so did Alamelu. The dhoti had parted from the tenting and could not conceal a large, prone cock. It was large and thick and Alamelu's cunt turned to jelly at the thought of possessing the monster.

The lucky bitch Shobha! She didn't believe a word that it was a chance encounter and that Shobha would have let this stud alone thereafter. She must be a regular. No wonder she was willing to share him with her. Alamelu snapped back to reality when Srikant's hand slowly moved to pull the dhoti back over, covering his manhood from Alamelu mami's lust laden eyes. 

Actually Shobha was not bold enough despite her actions at the temple. Many a fantasy about the men in her husband's household lived and died within her head. That it was a public place presented more possibilities to her than the possibility to invite the young man to her bedroom with its endless possibilities.

Bringing him home was Alamelu's idea born of her own sexual desperation.

"Are you done?" asked Alamelu of the young man. He nodded. Alamelu glanced at Shobha. What next?

"Come with me," said Shobha and took his hand. She had invited him for dosa at her friend's house explaining that her's was a crowded household and that was true enough. The implication was a different venue but the object of his lust was Shobha.

Little did he know what they had in mind. Alamelu followed the couple tentatively. Shobha led her prize by his hand and he followed meekly, if eagerly. His cock jutted out to its fullest as his eyes remained fixed on Shobha's round, rolling ass. He wanted to take her from behind first, not last. He wanted her every way. May be the bedroom offered more leisurely possibilities. 

He thought of his tuition class and how he might miss it. He wondered - what would happen if Mother phoned the tuition teacher and found out that not only was her son late returning but that he had not even made it to the class?

Shobha turned to Alamelu and nodded towards a door to ask if that was the one. Alamelu, now nervous said yes. Shobha wanted to take Srikant but she simply had to stick to what she had promised her friend. Knowing Srikant he would have more to offer and maybe Alamelu would let her, in exchange for the favor, fuck Srikant next.

Shobha mami guided Srikant in. Srikant looked bewildered. Shobha was not following him in into that fragrant bedroom that Alamelu had prepared. She had made the bed and put a string of jasmine at the head. Pillows and cushions were liberally placed around.

Alamelu tugged at her friend's hand nervously. It had seemed a great idea to meet the needs of her sex-starved body. Still was. Just - how to?

"Go take him!" urged Shobha pushing her friend in. [Idutuko]. The door remained ajar. She had no intention of moving. She wanted to watch her student, her friend, her boy perform for her friend.

Alamelu coyly went to the bed and sat down. She lay back. Reaching under she bunched up her skirts and lay bare herself to the young man. She knew no better.

Srikant just stared in the dull light of the room, the brightness of the morning shielded by curtains pulled tight.

Alamelu stretched her arms out to him and called him to her. He stood motionless. He wanted the other one. He turned to the door and through the gap saw Shobha standing there, shimmering. Her tummy curvaceous. Her breasts damp and prominent with their nipples erect. He wanted to fuck that woman.

Shobha realized what was happening. She entered the room. Alamelu threw down her skirts in shock and sat up. "Shobha!" she exclaimed. Shobha nodded at her soothingly and came around to Srikant. "What's the matter?" she asked, though his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He was drinking from her breasts with his eyes.

"I want you," he croaked. [Neenga venum.]

"You have me right here," she said soothingly. {ingya daaney irruken.] Alamelu sat on the bed, her knees at her chin, blinking away tears.

"Come," said Shobha and took his hand. She sat down on the bed. Her friend watched her. Srikant came and stood in front of her. His hands reached for her breasts and he weighed them in his hands, his thumbs searching for her nipples.

The erection rose swiftly and the dhoti automatically parted as it reared up. Alamelu looked at the delectable flesh and glanced up at the young man. He had his head thrown back and his lips were parted in pleasure. Below, she saw Shobha's hand was on his cock.

Shobha swiveled the boy around so his back was to her. Both hands undid the dhoti so it fell to the floor. She lifted his vest and pulled it over his head. He needed no clothes. Srikant ensured that the sacred thread he wore over on his shoulder fell back in place correctly. 

Shobha's hands reached around and she played with butterfly light fingers on his cock. It jumped reared and offered a drop of precum as indication that all was right.

She pulled him back so he was now sitting on her lap. She continued to gently stroke his cock; once with this hand and then with the next. Srikant groaned loudly.

Shobha gestured to her friend to come to the front. Unsure of what her friend was asking her to do Alamelu stumbled to where the two were seated. Srikant was nude and sitting on the lap of Shobha. He had his turned to her kissing whatever of her face he could reach. Shobha's hands were busy in his lap, sliding smoothly over his cock well-lubricated by his juices.

Alamelu eyes were fixed on the object of her desire. Was she going to get any of this or - what was her friend doing? Alamelu's mind was in a whirl as she felt her cunt boil with want for that red, slick pillar between Srikant's legs. 

"Take off your saree," Shobha whispered to the woman. [Podavaya kayutu.] She nodded, her throat dry with desire. Thin to the point of being skinny she stood there in her cotton blouse and petticoat. She shivered in excitement but knew nothing of what to do next.

"You have to take the lead," she murmured, allowing herself the luxury of kissing Srikant on his lips as best as she could. The boy ground his ass into her lap trying to feel her cunt. But he could make out nothing. ["Chinna paiyyan daane!" He is just a kid!]

"Come closer," she called her friend. When she was within reach she reached for the cord of the petticoat and undid it. It slid to the floor for Alamelu did not have the wide hips of the voluptuous Shobha. "Now climb on top of him," she instructed. 

Srikant struggled to turn around. He wanted Shobha, her breasts, those milky nipples, those wide hips and most of all to take her from behind. 

Shakily Alamelu put one leg on the bed next to Shobha. Shobha kept her lips sealed on Srikant's tonguing him while her hands worked his cock slowly but surely. She wanted to keep him going but not to finish him. Her friend's need was paramount at this moment though her own pussy was aflame.

She knew how to postpone her own desire as she had done for years. Most nights her husband worked to finish. Some nights, she mounted him and then those were the nights her pleasure took precedence. In all the years of marriage she could count the instances. And then on that one day in the temple she seemed to have exceed the releases achieved in the rest of her life.

When Alamelu got her other leg up she was standing in astride, her pussy at Srikant's face level. Her hands were on his shoulder. She pressed forward and Srikant felt the prickly pubic hair on his cheek and head as Alamelu instinctively ground herself against him. Srikant felt a wet smear as the cunt splayed open on him. He turned to face her and instinctively leaned forward and kissed her fulsomely on her cunt. Alamelu shuddered.

"Ayyo!" she whispered hoarsely.

"Sit down!" commanded Shobha, holding her legs to prevent her from falling over. "On him!"

"I am also not that experienced Shobha!" whispered Alamelu, caressing the boy's head.

That was true enough, though Shobha. To her forty-five, her dearest friend was a good ten years younger. "Hotter!" she thought.

As she came down to a squat, Shobha held her from behind, one hand under her ass for control. With the other her fingers searched between Alamelu's legs to locate her pussy. When she found her target she simultaneously knew it from the shudder, the moan and the wetness on her fingers.

"I want you," whispered Srikant frantically. [Neenga venum.]

Shobha nodded, wordless and tense from her own intense arousal. She would have to wait for her turn. Right now it was for Alamelu.

"Ammu, lean forward," she advised, using her short name. "Hold on to his shoulders, don't fall" she cautioned.

Holding his cock between thumb and forefinger of one hand she used her other hand to guide the cunt over the cock. When she was sure the alignment was right, she said to Alamelu, "Sit!" [Okkaru.]

"He will tear me!" blurted out the poor woman, caught between apprehension and desire. "Nothing will happen," goaded Shobha. [Onnum aagadu.]

"No mami!" pleaded Srikant.

Not wanting to lose the chance and worried about Srikant's hesitation Alamelu descended on the cock. The head snagged at the lips. Shobha fed the cock into the lair. She could now afford to move her hand onto Alamelu's ass and push her forward.

"Ah!" screamed Alamelu as her inflamed cunt took the width of Srikant's cock. In one instant she had Srikant's attention - her cunt tighter than a fist and wetter than Shobha's luxuriant flow. He gasped and Shobha instantly felt a pang of jealousy. She recognized the gasp. It was the same one she had heard when she grabbed his cock in the crowd at the temple the other day.

She placed both her hands on Alamelu's hips and rode with her. Sometimes it was Alamelu who made progress, wincing and wiggling as she took in the cock deeper. Sometimes it was Shobha who pressed her hips lower. Occasionally with her hand she ringed his cock to see how much was left. 

"Is he in fully?" she whispered in awe. [Ulla poitaana?]

"No," she shook her head in reply. Her yawning cunt stretched and grabbed at the flesh of his cock. Shobha moved her hands: there seemed some more outside of her sheath. 

"Oh!" groaned Alamelu.

"What is it Ammu?" asked Shobha alarmed. [Enna di?]

"Eswara!" she wailed calling out to god. "I have missed this! How did I live so long!" [Idu daaney ennaku venum. This is what I want!"]

Shobha bit her lip. "Take, dear. That is why I brought him to you," she whispered. ["Onnaku daaney. Idutuko." It's for you. Take it.]

There was still some cock to go according to Shobha but suddenly her friend went wild. Holding on to his shoulders she commenced a bounce. Her legs were now fully stretched and went past Shobha. Shobha held on to one leg with this hand and was one her ass and under Alamelu with the other hand. She kept feeling the contours of cock and cunt under. There were additional sensations from that touching and prodding but that was not what had Srikant and Alamelu's attention.

The younger woman went berserk. She bounced with a vigor. She twisted and turned. Sometimes she fucked leftwards and then she fucked rightwards. She pulled Srikant's cock one side and then yanked it the other way. Srikant desperately tried to connect to her lips but she was wildly bouncing around and he could not find her.

His lips smeared on her face, neck and throat. But the woman had gone wild on his cock. He felt her sheath tight as a hard fist, wet as ever. More than once he felt as he would burst but the unpredictable Alamelu changed angles to suit her own pleasure.

Shobha felt wet puddles and flows smearing on her fingers. She wiped it on the sheets. Every pounding of Alamelu pressed the boy down on her lap more. She spread her legs to let her pussy get some grinding. And then suddenly she wanted to participate in the fuck-fest playing out on her lap.

The three of them were sandwiched. Shobha noticed that Alamelu still had her cotton blouse on. She reached for Alamelu's chest. But the vigorous fucking did not allow her to get hold of the hooks. 

"Take this off!" she hissed and ripped the front open, letting the hooks go. In fact, she tore the blouse in the process. [Ravikai edakku. Maarbai kudu avanakku. Why do you need this blouse? Give him your breasts?]

Alamelu stopped to unhook the clasp from the front. She was shivering. She had spent more than she had done in her entire married life in the last few minutes. She did not know anything about cumming other than what Shobha had described of the temple encounter. 

"I can't pause," she moaned, feeling his cock twitch inside her. {Niruta mudiyalai.] Shobha reached out and stroked her face. Alamelu's condition was more coarse than that show of emotion. She was in for raw sex. 

When the bra was gone, she looked beautiful. There were breasts. The tailor had done her no favors with the cut and shaping of her blouses. She was well covered and her breasts were dumplings, like small mangoes. But the piece de resistance was the nipples. Long and grape like they were rock hard from the lack of attention.





Worship: But Not The Planned One Pt. 02



"Dont pause!" said Shobha soothingly. [Nirutaade!]

It was an instruction that both of them took, Sirkant first.

His eyes riveted on the offerings in front of him. Leaning he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it in the way Alamelu mami had sucked in his cock.

"Ayyo! Amma!" wailed Alamelu. He seemed to suck orgasms out of her breasts! She had never had them sucked or pulled on so vigorously. And then there seemed to be a link deep into her cunt.

She hoisted herself up and Shobha once again dutifully ringed the drenched soppy cock. With just half or less of him inside her, Alamelu moved in short sharp movements, jabbing herself, spearing his cock with a series of quick thrusts. 

This was Shobha's moment. There was enough space for her to thumb at Alamelu's clit. And what a clit! Like those nipples there was a prominent sliver at the top of her agape cunt. The moment she touched it Alamelu started to scream.

"Cover her mouth with yours," Shobha urgently advised Srikant, alarmed at this whorish unleashing of her friend. Shobha continued to lavish her thumb on the clit. Alamelu continued her game of shallow thrusts. Srikant continued to suck on those long nipples. 

The woman melted. 

"Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my!" she babbled. [Evan teera matengaran!]

"He doesn't finish!" she marveled as her cunt melted like never before. She felt an onrush that felt like urination. 

"That's why I brought him to you," said Shobha eager to claim credit. [Onnaku daan kondu vanden.]

Part of the credit lay with the number of times Srikant had masturbated the previous night at the thought of the impending encounter with Shobha.

To stop Alamelu found it necessary to stop Shobha. Frantically she reached under for her friend's hand. But Shobha could not have known. Valiantly she soldiered on, on the cunt. Alamelu's damn burst. Fluid gushed out, drenching first Srikant, then Shobha's hand and then on to Shobha below, soaking the saree as it went. 

Alamelu clutched at both the boy and the friend in frenzy. Her cunt went ultra sensitive. She lifted her self off and rolled over unable to take any contact anymore.

She curled up and rubbed her own pubic area for relief and succor as her body blossomed out. She knew she had uncorked what she had known all along lay bottled within.

She may be thin. But she is sensuous thought Shobha looking at the reddened, wet and soaked woman lying on the bed next to them.

She was about to prod Srikant to get up when the boy jumped up with alacrity.

Lifting one leg of Alamelu over his shoulder he splayed her open wide. Alamelu's hair spread in disarray under her. Her cunt was wet and her pubic hair sparkled with signs of juices of all kinds. 

"No!" whimpered Alamelu, super sensitive in her cunt and yet hungry to have the vacuum filled. [Vendam, da! Don't!]

Her voice pleaded even as her hand reached for his cock. She held him from under like a tennis racquet, feeling its heft. She followed as Srikant rammed her at which point she screamed and clutched at his arm.

The young man pounded into her, unmindful of how deep he was going. So far, Alamelu mami had controlled that. Now it was him. The cunt was now less tight on his cock than when she first mounted him. But unlike mami, who fucked him in various angles, he fucked her in the angle that maximized his own pleasure.

"Oh dear lord! Fuck me!" she cried out. ["Tei, da. Tei!" Do me!]

Her small breasts jiggled in the fucking. Alamelu wanted his lips on those nipples, those teats. They were so squarely connected to the bubbling pit between her legs!

She was reduced to a babbling whore with his animal fucking. She soon lay limp as he focused on his own pleasure.

"Srikant, easy!" cautioned Shobha, her body burning with lust and jealousy. ["Edaavadu aida pordu da!" Something might happen!]

"Nothing will happen," he growled and panted. "This is what she wanted." [Idu daan vendi irundudu] Alamelu faintly shook her head in acknowledgement.

She reached up and raked her nails on his chest, twisting his nipples.

"Finish!" she hissed. [Kudu da!]

"Take you bitch!" he bellowed.

"Dei!" admonished Shobha, alarmed at the language. "Mami, da!" she said reminding me of the woman's status.

He nodded his eyes closed, sweat pouring and dripping onto her torso. 

He came in great spurts causing Alamelu's eyes to fly open. 

"Ayyo!" wailed the woman. His thrashing caused her to cum for one more uncounted round. "Give it to me! I want it all!" she begged. [Kudu da. Ellam venum]

"Take, take, take," he laughed in delight.

"Give it all!" she exulted, and in a complete change of character she lifted her legs and pummeled his ass with her heels. 

The boy shuddered and spent, again and again and finally collapsed on Alamelu mami.

"Mami!" he whispered in awe. Kissing her cheeks and then on the lips, he tasted the woman for the first time. She was aromatic with supari, scented and beautiful. He looked down at the clammy union of their bodies. He was still inside her. Throbbing and dribbling. 

She was beautiful. No doubt. Flat body, lovely breasts and elongated nipples. He shuddered as she clenched her cunt only to remind him that her pussy was tighter than his own fist. He loved her.

Shobha lay and watched as the two lovers became gentle with one another. ALamelu smoothed his hair. He kissed her lips again and again. When satiated with those aromas, he licked her salty sweat. He went back to those nipples. Pulling and tugging gently.  

She shivered and shuddered with his attention. She smiled to herself. He had been so tentative in the beginning. She really had to thank Shobha... Shobha!

She turned to look at where her friend lay.

Shobha lay there, also in sweat but of her own making. Her clothes were damp, her fingers messed. But most of her fluids were inside her. What stained her were the doings of her two friends: one younger woman and the other this very young, fully unleashed male.

"Thank you!" beamed the woman, newly radiant, glowing. 

"Sex. Wonderful sex. It opened pores. And released juices, fluids and other things dammed in, beautifully," Shobha thought.

She needed just such a release, she thought, pressing and rubbing her legs together.

"Who was it going to be?" she wondered as she noticed Srikant's cock in repose, slip out of its new found lair, seemingly unusable right now.



Worship: But Not The Planned One Pt. 03



The two friends lay there on the bed, watching each other. Alamelu was drained and satiated and supremely happy. She beamed at her friend, Shobha, who lay a little away. That gap between them came about when Alamelu rolled away and Srikant mounted her with a newfound aggression. Till then Alamelu was on top of him; and he was seated in Shobha's lap, as if on offer. 

Alamelu had since pulled her saree and in a fashion used it to cover her breasts and crotch and the cloth wound its way around her body and continued on to the floor and god knows where else.

All three of them lay on Alamelu's marital bed where Shobha had delivered her friend the young man Srikant, who lay on the other side of Alamelu, gently snoring. His flaccid cock lay on its side as the youth succumbed to the exhaustion of Alamelu's assault on him; and his ravaging of her. He had completely enjoyed the unexpected tightness of her cunt which was a completely contrast to the bubbly cauldron that Shobha presented.

Shobha watched Alamelu, lightly covered in the damp saree. It stuck to her in places where she was wet with Srikant's cum or her own squirts or perspiration. She was thin, all right but she had curves. None of this was obvious either to Shobha or the young lover till Shobha had methodically stripped Alamelu of her garments. 

"It was super!" grinned Alamelu. [Supera irundudu.]

She idly rubbed her crotch, her wonderfully stretched and strained pussy lips and closed her eyes to drift off when Shobha woke her with a sharp "Hey!"

"I thought you'd leave some for me," she complained. [Ennaku konjam vittu vechirpainu edirparten]

"Leave some of what?" asked Alamelu innocently.

Shobha nodded towards the supine form beyond Alamelu. "That," she said simply. Alamelu turned to look at Srikant and looked intently at his cock which seemed to move with his breathing. She looked for signs of life and finding none turned to her friend. 

"I thought you said he was good for many fucks!" she countered. [Nalla teipaanunney?]

"Yes but not with the kind of animalness on display," commented Shobha. [Adukku ippaidya.] 

"Now what about me?" she whimpered, rubbing her thighs together. She had hoped for a robust turn but now this 18-year old boy was exhausted. She had no way of knowing that Alamelu's robust and vigorous fucking – given as well as taken – was on top of a night of intermittent sessions of masturbation that Srikant had indulged. He was just compensating for the lack of sleep. 

Shobha shimmied across the bed to her friend. "Do me," she said simply. [Ennai pannu.]

"But I don't know how," said Alamelu plaintively, suddenly back to being the conservative mami (aunty) from the whore she had been a while ago. [Eppadi teriyalaiye.]

"Like how I did you," replied Shobha sliding her hand under the draped piece of cloth and searching for the prominent longish knob between Alamelu's legs. [Na onna shenjenay.] It had receded and even though Alamelu had raised her leg, spreading to give her friend access, Shobha could not find it. Her fingers gently massaged the pussy lips and she said to Alamelu, "It was right here when you were aroused and he was inside you." 

She was referring to the time when Srikant was seated on Shobha's lap and Alamelu was squatting on him. Shobha's hand was underneath massaging both of the cock and the pussy lips. It was she who massaged the clit so relentlessly that Alamelu squirted for the first time in her life, without even knowing what it was.

"Here," emphasized Shobha stroking the cunt to life and the knob of flesh started to rise as the pussy swelled with the attention.

Shobha withdrew her hand but Alamelu grabbed her wrist and held her in place. She wanted. Shobha felt a wild stirring in her loins at this rampant display of insatiable desire. She moved her hand forward invading her friend's cunt with one finger and then another one. When three fingers were in Alamelu started to moan and thrust her hips onto Shobha's hand.

"Ah! Unh!" she moaned. "Shobha," she whispered as she fucked her friend's hand. She shuddered a small orgasm and sighed contentedly with that small achievement. "How easy it has become to cum!" she marveled. In all her years of marriage she had strained to go over the cliff only to have her husband spend and roll off, exhausted. And now ...

"Yes, I can do that for you," said Alamelu sweetly quite in gratitude. Shobha lay back with her knees akimbo inviting her.

Alamelu slid up Shobha's saree as she remained fully attired and kissed the cunt that lay open. Shobha was hot and had remained completely unattended. She had postponed her own pleasure and awaited her turn only to be cheated by the exhaustion of Srikant. 

When she moved her lips off and brought her fingers into play Shobha forced Alamelu's head down too, so that both hands an tongue were on her pussy. 

Groaning in pleasure Shobha ground her hips into her friends face and fingers. She so needed this. Throwing her head from side to side she felt pleasure rising and at the same time the vacuum between her thighs ached. She wanted the kind of fucking she had witnessed when Srikant pounded Alamelu. She reached out for the boy lying on his back asleep and captured his prized weapon in her hands. She pumped his cock in gentle strokes. With each stroke it stiffened some. With her expert finger play soon it was full and throbbing at its peak capacity. His hand joined hers as they together masturbated him. And then Shobha stopped. 

"Mami," murmured the boy. He was fully refreshed and now awake too. He got up, cock bobbing under its own weight. But when he came around the obvious target was the unsuspecting Alamelu who was bent over, head in Shobha's muff.

He reached under and stroked the entire area from cunt to ass and back. His fingers wetted quickly enough for him to know that Alamelu mami was fair game. She squealed her pleasure into Shobha's pussy alerting that starved lady to what was happening.

And then Shobha swung into action. Lifting her leg she placed it gently on Alamelu's shoulder. The cunt widened and Alamelu craned to lick deeper thinking that that was the goal. But then Shobha pushed her back and dislodged Srikant's cock from where it had found temporary lodging between her ass cheeks. 

Alamelu was shivering in excitement and anticipation awaiting a plundering fuck when the alignment slipped because of Shobha's actions.

Shobha knew her young lover well enough. She got on all fours in front of him and wiggled her ass at him. Looking back at him as best as she could she whispered hoarsely, "Take me. It's my turn now!" [Ippo enn chance.]

Alamelu watched in fascination, her first time as a voyeur, as the young man expertly guided his cock into the more familiar cunt of Shobha mami. She groaned loudly in a deliberate display of lust and satisfaction intended for her Ammu. Suddenly, Shobha's deep affection for her friend transcended into something sexual. She put herself on display.

Srikant marveled at the wet, bubbling pussy and his mind raced, thinking of the contrast between the two women and thrilling at the prospect of how his different women felt. Each was a feast – a sexual cuisine of a different kind. Fucking Alamelu mami was not the same as fucking Shobha mami and he immediately and instinctively appreciated the differences in textures and commonality in pleasure.

His eyes fixed on Shobha mami's sumptuous ass as he gently dug his fingers into the flesh and rocked into her cunt. He was smooth and measured in his movements focusing on giving mami the raking she needed.

"Yes, da!" she whimpered, eager to signal her encouragement to her young lover. She wanted steady and deep fucking to take the edge of her wild desire. Her eyes met those of Alamelu. She looked the woman over eyes gliding over the slim body. She wanted her too. 

As if on cue, Alamelu lay in front of Shobha, away from where Srikant was. She was not instinctive or expert like Shobha to attack the duo from the point of their coupling, where cock and cunt slid over each other. She slid under Shobha's face. She kissed her forehead and Shobha responded by kissing Alamelu's forehead. 

Alamelu moved further and the lips met. Her mouth was open. As Srikant fucked with increased vigor and pace, Shobha merely let her open mouth move with the fucking and graze her friend's wet lips. Srikant's eyes went to the slim lady's open legs and he saw the thatch which he had just been fucking a while ago.

Alamelu grabbed at Shobha's plump lips with her lips and kissed her. Her tongue invaded Shobha's mouth. The tongue and its textured maddened Shobha. She moaned into Alamelu's mouth. In the increasingly ragged rhythm of Srikant's fucking they couldn't quite lip-lock but they slobbered at each other. 

And then Alamelu wiggled further under Shobha. Cloth encased breasts -she wasted no time ripping open the blouse and out popped and hung Shobha's heavy mounds of flesh. The nipples were erect and Alamelu's lips closed on one then the other. Her lips smeared on the mounds and soon they were wet with her saliva.

Shobha thrilled to take the long grape like nipples of her friend in her mouth. One hand bunched the small mango-breast of Alamelu so that the nipple jutted out ever-more. The other hand slid over the flat tummy and snaked its way down to the hungry wide-open cunt. She took her time, Shobha did. She stroked the stomach. She twirled and tugged the pubic hair. The gentle pain from the pulling excited Alamelu.

She sucked hard on the breast in her mouth and fucked upward asking Shobha's fingers to claim her.

Srikant leaned forward. His excitement surged to see the women loving each other and reaching under he discovered what Alamelu mami's lips were doing to Shobha mami's nipples. His fingers tugged at the nipples, joining Alamelu mami's lips. Alamelu sucked in his fingers and mouthed it like it was his cock she was mouthing. 

Shobha slid Alamelu's teats through clenched teeth and her finger curved in to the open cunt. She fucked Alamelu with loving vigor. She wanted her friend to cum again. She wanted to reduce her to a satiated, happy, tired and worn out woman. There was something pleasurable in that thought. Ammu's ( Alamelu's pet name) clit was fully engorged. Shobha went to work on it. Like a small penis, it was possible for Shobha to toggle it between her finger and thumb and Shobha did just that.

Alamelu's stomach fluttered. Her teeth clenched on Shobha's nipple. Her friend's loving, caring and sharing was so overpowering. She felt tears in her eyes. Her hands roamed upward and she felt Shobha's stomach, which sagged a bit compared to her own. Further up she felt the epicenter of the fucking in her hands. She cupped her hand on Shobha's womb as if to provide another couch for the rampaging cock. She thought she felt a bulge but could not be sure. When Srikant pulled back it receded and when he fucked forward she felt surer that yes, there was a bulge in Shobha's stomach.

Boldly, her hand ventured further. She knew what Shobha had done for her with her fingers when Alamelu was impaled on Srikant. She reached the join of the two and found that in this angle at the top of Shobha's pussy was a gap into which she could inveigle her thumb. She added her thumb and felt Srikant scrape past in and out.

Her own body was given over to Shobha as the expert manipulating of the clit led to wild uncontrolled thrashing. Her hands pinched Shobha's breasts, her teeth bit on her, hurting Shobha and in Shobha's cunt, she thrust and prodded mindlessly with her thumb.

And then, wild with desire, Alamelu shimmied further up. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Shobha's cunt in her mouth. She wanted to kiss that coupling. She loved Shobha and wanted to taste her. She wanted to feel Srikant's cock but this time in her mouth.

And as she came upon the point of coupling (mithuna in Vatsyayana's Kamasutra) she just kept her open lips on the joining. The cock slid past her lips and the cunt opened over her mouth like impending monsoon clouds. In the doggy position the cock was closer to Shobha's perineum. A yawning chasm opened nearer the top of her cunt. It was here that Alamelu's lips opened out.

And at the same moment, Shobha's lips clamped on her cunt and she sucked on Alamelu's reddened pussy with gusto. Alamelu lifted her legs and wrapped them around Shobha's shoulders.

From a man fucking a woman doggy style, they were transformed to two women in sixty-nine with a man mounted on one of them. What has correctly been described as a double-backed beast of pleasure was now joined by a pounding cock. 

Shobha and Alamelu were lost in each other. Alamelu's hands clutched at Shobha's ass where she met Srikant's hands too. Briefly one hand clutched his fingers and then went back to the ass which allowed Alamelu to pull Shobha closer to her lips.

When Alamelu's lips closed on Shobha's pussy-lips, closing in on the pillar of Srikant's cock, as it slid in and out was inevitable. 

Alamelu sucked wildly on whatever came her way. She was always on Shobha's pussy but when Srikant slid in she grabbed at him momentarily. The heavens above opened and flowed over her lips. Shobha tasted sweet and Srikant was salty and she loved all the tastes and incongruously thought of how the mami in her would not even drink water from another hand.

And here she was, sucking on a cock and cunt like a whore. But they were both hers! Her Srikant! Her Shobha! 

The effect of the two mami's loving him thus and seeking their own pleasure so openly on Srikant was maddening. He fucked with vigor, eager to please. When he felt Alamelu mami's hands and lips on him he shivered. He was near cumming but it had already been close on fifteen minutes. 

Alamelu noted that in a corner of her mind. Yes, the boy had admirable and much wanted staying power! She turned her mouth this way and that. Sometimes seeking out Shobha's equivalent of that knob in her cunt. Sometimes she sought to suck on the cock. Her eyes were closed and it was all down to the sensations of her mouth and lips. 

Shobha was deep in Alamelu's pussy, which smelt sweet and musky to her. The cunt was gaping open and with her tongue she probed as deep as she could that channel which Srikant had so eagerly fucked. She lapped, tongued, sucked and drank. From the clit on the top to the bottom of her pussy.

Alamelu shuddered from the attention. Shobha was beginning to meltdown from the combined assault of cock and lips. And Srikant clenched his teeth attempting to prolong the pleasure and avoid cumming.

The more he pounded, the closer Shobha came to exploding. The more Shobha sucked, the closer Alamelu came to her nth release. And the more she tongued the mithuna Srikant teetered precariously on the cliff.

When Alamelu mami gripped his fingers hard and clamped on Shobha's ass it was a signal to both to let go. Srikant changed his rhythm to the short sharp jabs he had practiced on Alamelu earlier. His cock bulged to explode. Alamelu finally found Shobha's clit finally and sucked incessantly. And Shobha bit down on Alamelu's cunt wildly.

"Mami! Mami! Mami!" called out Srikant in warning that he was ready to cum. He shot one large load of his cum into Shobha mami's upturned cunt. 

"My boy!" wailed Shobha as her cunt gave it up. She was wracked by orgasms as her cunt went into full meltdown. Both of them poured down on Alamelu who pursed her lips and allowed herself to be smothered in their combined juices.

Her own hips thrust into Shobha's obliging mouth. Her orgasm was tame by comparison but she bucked and thrashed into Shobha nevertheless.

"Ayyo, amma!" she gasped. "I can't anymore!" [Ennale mudiyale.]

Shobha slid forward as Srikant's pounding lost all semblance of rhythm and he became self-seeking in his thrusts. Shobha slid down and her face and cheeks rested on Alamelu's thigh as she clung on for dear life.

The two women lost alignment in those wild moments. Alamelu opened her mouth in desperation seeking Shobha again. But as Shobha collapsed all orientation was lost and Srikant slid out.

The desperate Alamelu grabbed at the cock and allowed him to slide into her waiting mouth. He fell forward onto both hands, shuddering and crying out as he spent into her. Shobha wailed in desperation at her empty cunt. She swung around and competed with Alamelu for her share of Srikant's cock. She sucked and kissed at the coupling of cock and mouth. 

Alamelu, at gagging point, let Srikant slip out and Shobha greedily sucked him in. he fucked her mouth with a few dribbling releases and then it was back to Alamelu.

And when Srikant collapsed, the two women closed on each other's lips, rubbing each others bodies.

"Ammu," whispered Shobha to her friend, still shivering from the ripples of pleasure.

"Yes, darling!" said Alamelu kissing Shobha all over her face. [Chollu da, chellam.]

She did not reply. Instead she rubbed the length of her body against the length of her friend's body. They smeared each other with the mess of juices, saliva, cum and semen. Shobha took Ammu's hand and cupped it on her own pussy as she still felt tremors from Srikant suddenly slipping out.

And in turn, she cupped her Ammu's pussy, gently massaging her too.

They were in deep sexual love. Both ignored the supine youngster with his now conquered cock. The women rubbed each other, kissed each and hugged each other.

When they finally lay back, it was to gaze on each other contentedly. Each noted the others taali nestling between the breasts. The smeared kumkumam (red dot of vermilion) on their foreheads. The stains and disheveled look. At last, they had realized the epitome of their sexuality!

They cuddled up and drifted to sleep and left the young man to find his way out.



Worship: But Not The Planned One Pt. 04



There was a frantic urgency in Alamelu's voice. 

"Come! Unhh! Come to my place quickly, aah!" she grunted into the phone. At the other end was Shobha, sitting on the floor grinding batter. Her legs were spread – one tucked under her and the other stretched out in the traditional fashion. Unobserved she leaned on the grinding stone a wee bit more so that the vibrations teased micro orgasms out of her.

This is how it had become after the wild fuck-fest she and her friend Alamelu had had with that young boy, the 18-year old Srikant. He was a good find. Hard body, hormones of a youngster and discreet enough. He was quiet in responding to the invites from the women and left just as quietly. In bed, he had stamina and was amenable to the variations the two friends sought of him.

In their encounters the women found their sexuality unleashed. Everything that they had sought from their husbands they found in this youth. It was not because he was a discerning lover. It was just that they could command what happened in bed. He was eager and they had control.

It was Alamelu's first outside marriage. Shobha had discovered the young man but that had been her first too. Blessed with a more fertile imagination Shobha had been mentally fucking many of the men she saw around but never had the guts or the opportunity to do something within the family, though she did think that was safer.

And then Srikant happened. When she shared Srikant with Alamelu, the younger woman did not know how to take him. She lay back, lower body bare and the inexperienced Srikant was neither turned on nor interested.

It took Shobha to give her Srikant. It took Shobha to make Srikant take Alamelu. But the moment his cock speared her tight cunt, Srikant's instincts took over. The pleasure of her tightness was similar to his fist – except it pulsated and was wet. He loved her tightness!

When later he mounted Alamelu, throwing her one leg over his shoulder and fucked her like the bitch she felt like, Alamelu had the first hint of an idea. That idea shaped further when she watched Srikant take Shobha doggy style. And then when the three of them tumbled in pleasure grabbing whatever they could, Alamelu's mind was made up.

It was her house and bed where all this happened as Shobha's place was too crowded. And Shobha was always busy.

And now she knew Srikant. The very next day her cunt ached for more. The previous night she had been aggressive with her husband only to watch him cum sooner than ever in the excitement. She got even less than her normal dose of fucking. She was hungry and desperate. After he went to sleep she lay on the kitchen floor and used a thick stone pestle to fuck herself to sleep. 

She called out to Shobha and to Srikant. Her body ached, her cunt spent and yet her soul was unquenched. At dawn she found a way to reach Srikant and call him over. 

And after the preliminaries of kissing his chest, tonguing his nipples and admiring his strong taut body, she went to the stage at which Shobha had cut short his moves on her.

Srikant has positioned and rested his cock between Alamelu's buttocks when Shobha shoved her off and presented her own ass to him. In that encounter, Alamelu had to thereafter be happy with Shobha's fingers and lips. No more cock for her till she had happily mounted her husband. The sheer excitement of that aggression made the hapless fellow cum super quick.

So now, Alamelu got on all fours and told the young man, "Mount me like you mounted her!" [Enn mela eru.]

He did. He fucked her hard. He himself had found his erection unabated and had difficulty moving about his own house undetected. He was glad when Alamelu mami's message reached him. 

Mounting her from behind, he found he was able to reach more of her by leaning forward than he was able to with Shobha. Shobha was rounder. But with Alamelu's slender body when he leaned forward he found he could easily hold both her breasts in his hands. 

Her cunt was like a tight fist and upturned, the angle on his cock gave a further edge to the pleasure.

Srikant had gone back home and after a few hours resumed masturbation. And it continued through the night each time he remembered the angles, the mouths, the pussies, and the pleasure. As he discarded more and more dhotis (sarong like cloth that men in South India use around their waist) into the clothes basket, his mother began to wonder.

And now here he was pounding into Alamelu mami prone beneath him. The tight sheath delivered instant pleasure. Shobha's bubbling cunt offered hot, long fucks. He luxuriated in both. Pulling at Alamelu's mami's long nipples he suddenly cupped the breasts and lifted her up.

He leaned back on his haunches and Alamelu flailed in the air, impaled on his marauding cock and held in place by his strong hands. He pumped her up and down effortlessly, using her to fuck his cock hard. In spite of all his masturbation he had spurted up in a few strokes, filling her tight and a squelchy mess resulted. He ground to a halt and let her go and she fell forward, disappointed.

While her cunt had thrilled and shivered with the fucking, she had not really cum. They lay there for a while, Alamelu idly toying with her pussy, discontent.

Finally, when she could wait no further, she swung her head over the young man's cock and mouthed him back to an erection.

"Come!" she commanded. And again knelt on all fours thrusting her ass into the air for him to take. 

And now, twenty minutes later, even as pleasure coursed through her, the cliff eluded. She need that massive cum! She needed that animal release! She needed – oh, yes! – that flooding and flow from her pussy! She needed what Shobha did to her!

And then she realized it – Shobha was missing. She was enjoying Srikant's pounding but she needed Shobha's help. Desperately grabbing her phone she called Shobha.

She knew that Shobha could make her cum. She needed her cunt full. But she needed Shobha to convert that to a worthy orgasm.

As Srikant humped her she continued to fuck back. But her mind was on how Shobha's hands had thrummed her clit. How Shobha's lips had sucked her dry. And when Srikant had mounted her to pound her to submission, there was Shobha watching her.

She needed them both; not anymore. The surge of juices in her pussy at the very thought told her she had made a mistake in calling Srikant over alone. Now she had some explaining to do to her dear Shobha. But more urgent than that was her own need for release.

AS she placed that call, she stopped fucking back at Srikant. The poor boy was on the brink of one more cumming from the pounding she was now giving him. She stopped at an inopportune moment. Without an orgasmic release, his cock released its sperm. Alamelu felt the release and turned back in dismay. The cock lost some body – but not all.

"Keep fucking!" she goaded him. "Shobha mami is coming!" [Mami vara].

Despite the frustrated and desperate woman's plea, Srikant had no choice but to slow down. Hugging, holding, nipping and nibbling on each other they awaited the maestro.

Meanwhile, Shobha made quick alternate arrangements and hurried on to her friend's place. The short distance never felt longer to her as she made her way. Shobha wondered what it was though she did think the grunts and moans indicated that her friend was not alone.

Meanwhile, slowly and idly, Alamelu raised one leg high, like Srikant had the other day. Only this time, they were both lying facing the door of the bedroom, he behind her.

Something about having him behind her fascinated her. Perhaps it was because the last time she was denied. She reached under and behind and guided his cock into her. Ever so gently she rocked back and forth enjoying the sliding sensation of the thick cock on her just-right cunt. She was ready to wait but not with a vacuum between her legs.

Shobha entered the house and noted the quiet. "Alamelu?" she called out. She could hear the faint tinkle of anklets from the bedroom. She entered and saw Alamelu, leg in the air and the gentle rocking of cock in cunt, and the jingling of a new pair of anklets she was sporting.

The surge in Srikant's thickness was unmistakable and Alamelu felt her first pang of jealousy. He even seemed to fuck harder and more willingly. But she also needed her dearest Shobha. Arms outstretched she called out to her friend, "Come!" And a shiver ran through her body at the thought. [Va, ma.]

Shobha drank in the sight. Her Ammu was lying nude. Taali glinting, kumukmam in place. Behind her was Srikant and she could see his cock embedded in Alamelu. Her breasts were covered in his hands and his mouth was sucking on her shoulder. 

They were lying in wait. She came and sat near Alamelu's head. 

"What happened? You were sounding scary?" asked Shobha.

Alamelu reached out and started to tug at the hooks of her blouse.

"Oh, tell me! I have left so much work at home because I was worrying about you? What was so urgent?" asked Shobha, weakly pushing her hand away. [Evvalo velai vittu vandiruken, teriyuma?]

"Your making love to me was urgent," said Alamelu huskily. She got a few hooks undone and Shobha helped out, not wanting another blouse ruined by Alamelu's ardor. 

"Remove all this," urged Alamelu tugging at Shobha's bra as well. The front flaps of the blouse were now open and Alamelu kissed the slopes eagerly. She felt her body hum to a new level of arousal and knew that she had done the right thing calling her friend over. [Ellam idu.]

"But," started Shobha, reluctantly working on her bra clasp. Srikant let go of Alamelu and reached out to Shobha's plump lips. He loved her curves as much or more than Alamelu's tight sheath and gentle curves. He kissed her, but in the process nearly slipped out of Alamelu. She gasped and reached back to pull his ass in and keep him in place.

Shobha felt weak in her pussy and dizzying with quickly rising desire. Opening out her bra she grabbed Alamelu's head to her breasts. Stroking her head gently, she asked, "What happened?"

"I want you," replied Alamelu, sucking on her nipples and grunting as Srikant focused on fucking with his now-hard cock. [Nee venum.]

Milk seemed to surge in Shobha's breasts at the suggestion of 'want' by her friend. She looked at Srikant behind Alamelu. The boy was fervently focused on servicing Alamelu.

"He is here to make love to you, isn't it?" asked Shobha, holding Alamelu to her breasts as if attempting to feed her. [Ivan daan irukanay.]

"But I couldn't cum," sobbed Alamelu. She loved Shobha so much! Her lips sucked and her mouth slathered the breasts. Behind her, Srikant felt as if his manliness had been challenged and commenced a vengeful pounding.

"Ah!" yelped Alamelu as Srikant made his mark.

"Why?" asked Shobha her mind numb as her body responded to Alamelu's ministrations. Her friend had gone behind her back to pursue her pleasure and somehow it had not worked out.

In response to that question, Alamelu grabbed Shobha's hand and guided it along her tummy down to where the cock was reaming her.

"Rub me!" she pleaded. [Enna tei.]

Shobha moved away from the woman and got onto the bed and lay down. Offering her breasts to her friend again she reached for her cunt below. Her fingers slid over the wet mess. And then Alamelu said, "Wait!"

She was back to her obsessive need for being doggy-fucked. She came on top of Shobha in a role reversal from their previous bout of lovemaking. Breasts mashed against breasts, she kissed Shobha in full tonguing her. 

Behind her Srikant brought himself between her legs again. In a mischievous play, he reached under and brought up her juices and lathered his cock. And then he placed it at her anal passage. Alamelu jumped with a start. But she was in Shobha's grip and kiss.

The boy felt vengeful and he decided he would teach Alamelu mami a lesson. As he prized open the passage his cock pushed her wide. Alamelu screamed into Shobha's mouth and struggled to free herself. He noted that the tightness in her cunt was not too different from the tightness in her ass. He added saliva as he slid in, in short jabs. And in several thrusts, progressed deep, taking her anal virginity quite completely.

When Shobha came up for air, she let go of Alamelu and the woman screamed, "He is fucking me in my ass!" Her body was shuddering and Shobha looked to get up in alarm. 

But as she sought to stop Srikant Alamelu again surprised her. "Now don't stop him! Don't stop the bastard," she wept. "Let him take me! Let him. Let him. But make me cum!" she begged.

It was Shobha's turn to shimmy down. She found the gaping cunt vacant. She shoved her fingers into Alamelu's pussy. She could feel on the other side the marauding cock. Her friend was being rammed thoroughly. Lips closed around the now familiar clit and Shobha joined Srikant in his plundering.

"Oh, amma!" wept Alamelu in pleasure. "You guys are killing me!" she wailed.

Once again Shobha stopped only to have Alamelu pummel her face with her cunt.

"Don't stop!" she begged her friend. [Niruttidadey.] With her other hand Shobha reached behind and kneaded Srikant's ass. The only other thing for Shobha to do was to make them both cum. She also wanted to get back to the grinding stone at her house before the soaked grain dried. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" gasped Alamelu in rhythm with both cock and fist. Shobha rammed the cunt like as if with a battering ram and she was both fast and furious in her effort. She wanted Ammu to cum. 

Not only because Ammu wanted to cum but also because she was a bit worried about Srikant fucking her ass. Srikant was thick, she knew. He might be hurting her and Ammu might realize that only later. Not only because of her concern for Ammu but also the batter...

Because of the way they were aligned Shobha's own pussy was far away from either and unattended. Her own body was now burning. She wondered about her own release and the lack of time she had.



The tightness of Alamelu's sheath proved adequate for Srikant. Sweat poured down his face, dripping in part on the woman below him. He started to shudder as he began to spend into her. Her sheath held him tight and milked him.

"Take that, my mami, my b ....." he paused. 

"Say it, say it!" implored Alamelu. [Chollu, da.]

"My bitch!" blurted out the boy.

"And what else?" begged Alamelu. [Appram?]

"My whore!" exclaimed the boy as he spurted into her ass.

"Take this! Take this! Take this!" he howled with each thrust and spurt. [Idutukongo!]

"Isn't this what she wanted?" he seethed.

"Give! Give! Give!" she babbled thrusting back. [Kudu da.]

"Isn't this fucking wonderful!" she laughed.

Shobha clung on to the wildly flailing Alamelu her lips clamped on the bubbling cunt, as she understood her friend's need here very well. As the pounding grew more vigorous and animal, Ammu slipped lower. As she slipped her knees widened. As her knees widened she opened over Shobha's mouth more. And Shobha sucked and fed on the open cunt as best as she could.

It was what her friend needed. Pounding her fists into the mattress, her cunt and ass convulsed in orgasm. She wept into the bed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out in relief.

Both of them lay on top of her. It was different from that first day when she got them started. That day, he was sitting on Shobha's lap and she was squatting on him cunt over cock.

Today Alamelu was lying with her cunt on Shobha's face and he was mounted on her, where, according to her he should not have penetrated. And where, according to him, she asked for it by challenging his ability to make her cum.

Either way, they were sandwiched in pleasure and like before, Shobha was an accessory. Once again she was going to wait for her turn. Once again the young man was fucked dry by her friend. Once again her friend was sobbing in gratitude to her.

They were lovers, all. And this had gone in a new direction. Shobha never thought of making love to another woman. Srikant had never hoped or dreamed of fucking lovely mature women. And Alamelu never realized that what was a quest for one orgasm could become an addiction.

As the boy slipped out of her sore anal passage, Alamelu felt wonderfully sated. Srikant felt good about himself. And Shobha – once again felt she needed to catch up with her two lovers after falling behind.



Worship: But Not The Planned One



And grazing, rubbing and touching upon each other they entered the narrow gateway. At the end of this gateway the crush of people would release into the wide temple courtyard. That might be just a couple of minutes away. In the meantime there was the dark shadow and even more crushing compression of the shaded narrow gateway.

Shobha mami shamelessly gave into her sense of adventure and curiosity. Quickly holding one end of her pallo she put her hand on his hip, cloaking them from the view of anyone who might be to their right. To the left was the darkness of the congested corridor. Her left hand sought out the waistband of Srikant's trousers and slid in. 

At her first attempt she encountered the wet mess on the outer of his underwear. She brought her hand up to search out the elastic band of his underwear. Their eyes were locked. Srikant's throat was dry. He opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing was said.

Shobha's hand entered the inner sanctum. She felt the heat of his cock on whatever part of her hand came in contact with it. But beyond the contact there was hardly any space to move her hand. Partly it was the tightness of the waistband of the underwear. Partly it was the lack of space -- everything was occupied by his swollen, engorged cock and it left no place for anything, much less for any movement.

She moved her fingertips, feeling and conveying as much as she could. Her nails scratched him lightly and he winced at their sharpness. She pulled her hand back, giving up on finding more when he caught her wrist and held her back. At that she changed her angle, the pallo on the right slipped from her hand and anyone on the right might have spotted what was happening. 

But Shobha was past that. Sweat dripped off her face and chin and her blouse was more soaked than ever. More than the stifling heat in that narrow corridor was the heat she felt inside her and it seemed to drench her. Her hand gained the advantage of moving and she slipped his underwear down as much as it would go.

Then she grabbed his cock and pulled it out of its confines. It now pointed upward, half inside the underwear, the band on its middle and the upper part including the head rearing upward as if for air.

She ran her thumb on that head and encountered the thick, slimy cum that was now welling up from within him. With his one free hand he pulled her close as he shuddered in a micro orgasm from the first touch of a woman. She felt the small jerk and limited release and abruptly slid her hand out and leaving it to him to rescue his trapped cock. She did not want to sully the hand meant to hand over the pooja basket to the priest with the cum of this youngster.

Shobha glanced to her right if anyone had spotted her when that pallo slipped from her hand. There was one man looking at her but that might have been just one of those who enjoyed watching women and girls at the temple; she could not be sure either way.

They burst into the sunlight of the temple courtyard. Eyes squinted to adjust to the glare. While her pallo opened out so she could bring it around her back to her hand, on the front all of it was neatly guided below her breasts so that only her blouse and the bra within was between her and Srikant. She had afforded him a full look at her sumptuous, heavy breasts and her cleavage shimmering as it was with sweat.

In all of three minutes she had unleashed herself and taken her fantasies one step further. She had also unleashed the young boy's pent up sexual desires. His cock felt good -- alive and ready. She had always imagined that this was how a youngster in his first encounter would be. Eager, succulent and gorgeous. She also imagined such a seduction would generate an animal vigor in a young man seeking to devour his first woman; but she so far had no evidence of that. If anything, Srikant had seemed paralyzed. 

She had always imagined that these younger, uninitiated men fantasized about every woman in their neighborhood. That is what her husband had confessed to her when she had first asked him about it after their marriage. Her husband had lusted after most of the women in his immediate circle, whether relatives or acquaintances of the family. And indeed, when she had questioned her husband's expert handling of her the very first time he had confessed to having bedded one such woman.

Even before he penetrated Shobha her husband had expertly stroked her to a clitoral orgasm and then calmed and stroked her before mounting her with a vigor that brushed her virginity aside. His manner and the responses he had elicited from her convinced her that he had been with a woman before.

He had. And ever since then Shobha had nurtured the fantasy that if every young man fantasized about a woman then every woman was a likely seductresses offering a young man his first lessons on pleasuring a woman.

And if her husband had found such a woman, why could not she not be that woman to some young man in his turn?

They were now in the courtyard and this was no frame of mind in which to be in a temple praying to the lord. She wanted to leave just as he did. But not alone and not to masturbate herself as he wanted to. She wanted to leave with him and find out whether his place or hers would do at this moment. In all probability both houses were empty as the entire family should be at the temple.

She looked toward the gate but the influx was steady and it would be tough to find a path leading out at this moment. She glanced around and saw the various outhouses, stores and assorted structures that typically line the outer courtyard. Nothing so divine as to make her she was sinning just yet, with all these thoughts running around in her head. 

She squinted at Srikant's face and saw his eyes were riveted on her heaving bosom. Her own breathing was indeed deep and intense and it was not from exertion. It was the hot surge in her blood that made her breathe so and the breathing caused a fascinating expansion of her breasts which strained the garments designed to contain them.

"What do you intend to now?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, unmindful of the stream of people making their way quickly to the next gateway beyond which lay the inner courtyard; closer to god, surrounded with images invoking sanctity and crammed with people. She was definitely not going there right now.

Srikant shook his head wordlessly. He was clueless. He was certainly not going to tell her that he badly wanted the release of a vigorous masturbation session.

She grabbed him by the wrist and said, "Follow me!"

Carrying her pooja basket in one hand he followed her as she dragged him to the shaded colonnade lining the walls. She climbed two steps and while he was still on the ground level, she turned around. Smiling at him sweetly she used her pallo end to wipe his brow clear of the sweat. There was bound to be more sweat under his shirt but she had other plans for that. 

The woman followed by the young man holding the pooja basket looked innocent enough to any one that might have glanced at them. But no one did. Such sights and many more were common on temple days. All manners of people in all combinations came to the temple to pursue all sorts of tasks from the divine to the mundane.

To one such mundane place in that outer corridor along the wall, Shobha mami led her prey. She paused at a spot where a small room had been built to hold ceremonial cooking vessels. As if often the case with temples the room had been built at a spot which was suited because it was in no one's way. But otherwise it was quite an awkward thing to build. It stuck out from the side corridor and jutted out of the line of the outer corridor.

It had to be out of the way and yet visible to the powers that be to make sure no one had broken the lock or was accessing that room without authority.

Every now and then passers by peered in to see if they could catch of a glimpse of any of the riches of the temple. Perhaps a silver chariot? A gold throne?

But no one ever looked behind that room and there Shobha discovered a cool, shaded cul-de-sac which was shielded from every angle. No doubt, anyone walking along that outer corridor and behind the room and past it would most likely spot anyone there. 

But such is the heat of passion and desire that the lust-laden mind becomes willing to take all such chances. To the mind of the lust-obsessed, the opportunity to indulge and satiate outweighs the risk of being caught. And Shobha was lust-obsessed, indeed.

The look on Srikant's face told her that he was no less lustful in his thoughts; no less pleasure-seeking. In that instant, her mind told her to become the special woman in his life and her body responded with surges that made her desire peak.

She stood with her back to the wall, keeping an eye at the far end to see if anyone was approaching. Her vigil, she knew, might not be possible for too much longer. She was about to get engrossed in a very special act.

Srikant stood before her.

"We cannot go in to the sanctum feeling this way," she told him. "We will have to come back for prayer another time. I need to bathe before I will go in. But before that..." and then with one final glance down the corridor she dropped to her knees. 

She undid the belt and unbuttoned his trouser. Not bothering to unzip she opened out the top of his trouser to widen it enough so it would drop. She noticed how smoothly she did this task. Practice came from undressing her son on his return from school but also from doing the same with her husband.

In her husband's case it often happened on return from a party and both of them had heightened passions. He from the light drinking and she from the shameless flirting she engaged in. Or it might be in the morning when he was all set to leave for a work and in a hurry; and she in a naughty frame of mind decided to delay him in a manner he could not resist.

On all those occasions when she knelt before her husband and undid his trousers the next thing she did was open her mouth, wetting her lips to take him in. 

If it were in the morning she would mouth him to a finish aiding herself with both hands. That would typically be before her morning bath and she would wipe herself and cleanup the mess he left behind on her, hands, face and any other part of her that his cum landed on.

If it were an after-party rendezvous at home, she would never allow him that release wanting all of him for herself. In his younger days he had fucked her twice, thrice or more in succession. But now as they had grown older even if he could fuck her more than once, she wanted to be taken fully and differently on each of those times. 

She herself had changed over the years and become more searching, passionate and lusty in her sexual encounters. It grew and grew till her sexual desires grew into fantasies. And then those fantasies had grown till they grew out of her mind into what was happening here today.

Strangely Srikant was thinking the same of her gesture -- was she going to take him into her mouth?

His cock bobbed as if on a spring as it came out into the open. Shobha worshipfully stroked the phallus. Her fingers raced up and down the trunk of the cock feeling his fullness. It was full, engorged and ready for any kind of action. She held it once in her fist as one would hold a racquet and slid it back and forth one single time, milking forth his juices.

And she stopped. It never occurred to her that he might cum all too quickly but that was what Srikant felt like as he luxuriated in the warmth of Shobha mami's fist.

She stopped simply because urgency commanded that she fuck him well quickly. She loved the large feathery bed of her own bedroom to roll in. She would have loved the luxury of time so she could offer herself in various positions; or take him in various different ways. She would have delighted in being able to harness his youthful virility in one long afternoon of fucking that might have left her delightfully tired with strained limbs.

But she could not get all that today. Not here. Not now. And her need, cunt throbbing, breasts swollen was here and now.

She pulled his trousers down around his knees her face perilously close to his cock her mouth but a short distance away. He very nearly brushed her cheek with it. If he had worn a dhoti that would have suited the moment brilliantly she thought. She could have used the sheer cotton as a light cover cloaking both of them.

She rested her buttocks on her heel, watching the cock bob and jerk reflexively. Looking up at him through doe-eyes she undid the top of her saree laying it out to her left, spread out. Then, tugging at the knotted bundle around her navel she let the garment loose; it unwrapped and fell in a heap around her. Shobha lay back, taking care to undo her hair and letting it flow under her head.

She looked divine spread out like that on the floor, the luxurious silk unwound and serving as a sheet on the floor below her. Shobha felt the cool slab of stone under her and it felt good. Still standing, in front of her between her outstretched legs stood Srikant, trembling and hot blooded.

She was like a goddess to him and if she had lovingly worshipped his phallus he was more than willingly to slavishly worship all of her beauty.

She held her arms out calling him to her. He knelt, unsure of what to do. She shushed him nodding to him that she was there to take care of everything -- he just needed to lean forward. He did. 

She pulled her petticoat up and bared her thigh to him. He looked down and marveled at her legs. As his legs touched hers his body seemed electrified. He could feel the hair on her legs graze him and his hair brushed against hers. Energy seemed to flow from those strands of hair as if they conducted electricity. Srikant shivered.

"Mami!" he mumbled using the south Indian word for aunt in a disbelieving, questioning tone. She shushed him. Reaching for the front hooks of her blouse she undid the garment and then the restraints of her bra within. She did not uncover her breasts leaving that last step to the boy's pleasure. What she did do was make sure he saw the bare expanse of her chest between the breasts. They slung under their weight and the cleavage mysteriously disappeared along with the restraints.

Her sweaty, beautiful chest was decorated with her thick, gold chain and the golden symbol- the image of her married status. She slid the taali around so that it was resting on the floor behind her and the chain close to her neck. She always did that when with her husband and she did so now.

Her left hand reached out to the spread out pallo on the floor and flung it over them. Inadequate though it was to cover them both completely, it did at least reach around them for the most part.

Within that tent, she reached down and completely the act of baring her crotch to him, the clothes no bunched up well above the abdomen.

She felt his viscous juice drip on her thigh. Reaching between them she held his cock again as if it were a racquet handle. Again she slid her hand back and forth to make sure he was primed. Then she pulled him by his cock to her pussy. There was only enough space between them to get the cock to her lips and then her fist would have to exit its position if he was going to get any deeper. She left him there and hands went around his back. Gripping his buttocks she pulled him in.

Srikant bent forward and buried his face in the fabric covering her breasts. He wanted that soft warm flesh but all he felt was obstructive folds of various designs and sequins on her blouse. Responding to her pull on his buttocks he thrust almost reflexively jabbing at her. The most cockhead slid along her thigh missing its target completely. She laughed in a subdued tone. These were the teaching moments she was supposed to enjoy. He felt affronted. She shook her head affectionately and reached between and caught hold of the object of her desire once more. This time, she spread her legs wider and raising her hips opened herself out more. He looked down to get a better view of the task at hand.

"Mami!" he stammered, unsure of himself.

She nodded at him understandingly, her eyes dancing with delight at his predicament. Those eyes of hers had made love to many when she flirted and now the look made sure that Srikant was instantly besotted with her. She wedged his cock between her lips so that the head was now at her outer lips.

She nodded to him, now unable to smile as her own desire soared out of control. On cue, Srikant thrust.

In that one instant his cock enlarged to a size he had never felt before and he was hopelessly stuck in her. What seemed like a copious flow of cum proved inadequate to lubricate his movement. He felt uncomfortable and stuck. Shobha felt incomplete without the fluid movement of his flesh within her. He had not been able to penetrate her from having swollen obscenely.

She bucked against him willing him to pull and push. He wanted to pull back and thrust back but was nervous of losing her and then not finding her pussy again. His whole being seemed to hum and he had lost all sense of nuance. He felt her but he knew not where in her he was. He felt her around him but he had not clue how much of him she had wrapped; or how deep she went. He knew nothing and felt little in this engorged state.

She was sexually an expert but a novice at being a teacher. She knew next to nothing of how a youth might feel and how he needed to be guided. The one man in her life on their wedding night had fucked her with élan and allowed her to take him as she pleased. Their honeymoon itself was a saga as he had no inhibitions and she was eager to explore her own sexuality. In fact, in those first days all the sessions had been about her. She fucked him till she knew everything about herself.

It was only then that she had explored him and allowed him to explore her. His adequacy was all she needed.

Here, today, she needed something else. And she did not have too much time to find out what. 

"Maybe I should have been on top," she thought to herself. She rested her bottom and he followed her lamely, denying her the space she needed to fuck upward.

"But that might not have been as quick," she explained her choice to herself but also noted that this too, was not quick.

She placed a palm on his stomach and pushed him up. As she did so he felt stuck and then when he moved he did not move out smoothly but jerked outwards. They had congealed together. Using her other hand at the small of his back she controlled his withdrawal. Reaching into her own pussy she smeared her outer lips with juices to lubricate the next thrust.

Now she pulled him in, thrusting hard upward with her hips in sync with him. It was smoother and he went farther into her. Pulling back himself he thrust back into her, this time with more lubrication and confidence. And then he started thrusting into her in wild uncontrolled movements. He slammed into her his cock head entering her womb and as the foreskin pulled back to the fullest the head swelled inside her belly.

She gasped as the cock signaled its presence in her womb unmistakably. His virility and vigor excited her. It reminded her of her honeymoon when her husband had fucked her similarly. "I must teach him rhythm," she thought wildly even as she enjoyed the animalness of his fucking. 

And just as she focused on enjoying the full, hot flesh within her, just as she luxuriated in his wildness, he came. It was all too quick. More time had been spent in their makeshift arrangement and then guiding him to fuck her than in the wild union.

He was as uncontrolled in his cumming as he had been in his thrusting but this she knew to expect. That was how her man came too; wild, uncontrolled and babbling.




Worship: But Not The Planned One



Srikant was out of breath as he felt his cock explode into the woman under him. He was so, so grateful to her that he started to call out to her, "Shobha Mami!" he gasped. "Mami, mami!" his voice rose.

Shobha had no way to control his bellowing as he orgasmed than to cover his mouth with hers and she kissed him for the first time. His first kiss. At the height of an orgasm. He rasped breathlessly into her mouth and bit at her lips and tongue. He face smothered her face as his lips escaped her lips. He kissed her as he continued to spurt into her and as his body kept jerking into her, his cock thrusting with a life of its own.

His cheek touched her cheek and he whispered into her ear, "Mami!" he sobbed. And then again louder "Mami!"

"Shh!" she admonished him, stroking his body, trying to calm his stormy orgasm.

But his calling only rose in crescendo. As Shobha raised her hand to cover his mouth a passing procession's loud drumbeats joined his crescendo.

"Scream NOW!" she ordered him, raising her heels to beat his buttocks so he that he finished emptying. And scream he did. "Mami!" he wailed in gratitude as he emptied out into her.

Shobha felt her breasts throbbing, her nipples pounding with blood. If her goal had been to satiate herself back to sanity, she was far from there. She had neither worshipped the god she came to worship nor did she feel consummated. She ached to cum herself and her body asked to be caressed, licked, sucked, mauled and pounded. Her every cell seemed to be screaming for release and needed for orgasms to be pounded out of each cell.

Srikant slumped on Shobha mami. The sounds of the marriage procession receded in the same manner as his orgasm did. But he stayed inside Shobha for long moments. He noticed his cock had not shrunk and still felt large beyond anything in his past. When he masturbated it often lost its fullness reasonably quickly, even if not instantly.

Now it remained large, throbbing and quivering in its new lair.

Srikant, unknown to Shobha yet, had only begun. He wanted mami's breasts. It was something that was the center of his fantasy world and he was not about to leave the unattended.

After the long moments of quiet had gone a bit too far, Shobha slapped him gently on his hip to get him moving. They were lucky to have been undetected and now she would have to get a move on, satiated or not.

Srikant did move but it was just enough to raise his head and body off her torso but without withdrawing from her. He took advantage of his unrelenting erection and stayed within, pulling back as much as needed to create space between them but not so much as to leave her. It was as squelchy mess but he could feel more of himself and more her pussy around his cock. He liked this.

He nuzzled at the panels of the blouse and the bra within to move them aside. She stroked his head as he did so and he discovered her nipples, standing erect from the want of attention. 

She involuntarily thrust her breasts at him as his lips closed over the mound. He pulled at the nipple and tried to suck in as much of her breast as he could. She held his head with one hand and her breast with the other feeding him as she would feed a child.

He pulled at the nipple, milking her with his lips and she felt as if milk might really spurt into his mouth. She moaned. "Hey!" she called out imploringly, beseechingly, and lovingly. "Not here, not now!" she moaned unconvincingly.

A young lover rarely listens to works of caution or restraint, she discovered. He repeated the full sequence of actions. HE took in her nipple, sucked in the flesh of her breast and milked the nipple letting it out with a soft plop.

She shivered. "Hey!" she called him again. It was as loving and beseeching as the first time. She sounded as if she was in love with this young man from her neighborhood. But it was also a fact that she did not know his name. She just knew him to be the strapping, geeky youth from two doors down the street.

"Not now da!" she implored, continuing to stroked the back of his head and continuing to feed her flesh into his mouth.

How she wished she were lactating! The way he was sucking on her he seemed desperate to feed and she was all too willing.

As the nipple soaked with saliva it became slithery and Srikant preferred the taste, smell and texture of Shobha mami's flesh in the original. He had tasted her saliva and it had seemed scented. He had now tasted her sweat from her breasts and it seemed sweet. His own saliva was a rude interruption.

He moved to her other breast. She held his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. She looked radiant to him. Her eyes sparkled and carried in them the signal of her unsatiated lust. 

"Later, hm?" she whispered. "Look at where we are."

"Look at where we are," he repeated. "I don't know I will be here again."

He nosed the other breast. Yes, it was slick with her sweat. He enjoyed tasting the sweetness of that sweat and the saltiness of her skin that followed. And when he was done nosing her, pushing his face into her flesh and feeling, and when he needed to taste something more, he turned to her nipple, painful erect now, and sought out the milk which was not there. 

He tasted and pulled at the teat, repeatedly sucking in much of her breast and repeatedly extruding her nipple through his lips. 

Oh God! How she wished she were lactating. She remembered how her husband had competed for her milk and breasts and how she enjoyed his lavish attention on her breasts. Those days after the baby had been born she was not allowed to have sex and so she had to be content with the pleasure the suckling gave her. Her husband masturbated, holding her close and tight but it was never the same if they did not fuck.

She felt like that now, moaning under the boy's intuitive ministrations and missing out on the fucking and extreme pleasure that would go beautifully with it.

Once he tasted more of himself than her on her breast he left that one too. If there was anything he wanted it was more of this mami from his neighborhood. He was sure there was no other woman on this planet sexier than her and if he was going to have anyone it would have to be her, and her alone.

But also her in every way.

He looked about the space they were in, still lodged inside her. Shobha was making feeble attempts to move him off, luxuriating at his hard, hot presence inside her and at the rough bruises on her breasts from his careless bites and pulls.

Shobha had spread them both out in almost the middle of the space available so that she could lay and spread herself and so that he could mount her. But there was more space to the side closer within the cul-de-sac and it might be a little more completely out of the line of sight unless someone came into that very spot.

Srikant pulled himself out of Shobha mami. He looked down at her kneeling between her legs. She was radiant and resplendent. Glorious breasts lying open and exposed, hair spread below her. Sweat smeared the vermilion on her forehead and her body was hot, damp and radiant from the exertions and abrasions of heated skin on skin.

He gathered all the loose cloth of her saree lying around and threw it to the corner of the cul-de-sac.

"Come here" he said to her, his voice somewhat firmer than it had been when he was calling out to her in his orgasm like he was begging. He nodded in the direction of the pile.

Shobha moved there though not convinced about what he was trying to do. She reached to pick up her garment and try wear it back as best as she could. But he stopped her.

He asked her to sit with her back to the wall and lean back. He was not letting her get dressed. But he certainly could not fuck her if she was sitting against a wall?

He surprised her as much as he surprised himself. His erection that hung under its own weight was unabated. He moved over her and leaving her in no doubt on what he wanted, brought his cock to her face.

Srikant wanted everything and he wanted it now. He had no patience nor had he any faith or hope that he would be able to find privacy with mami again.

Straddling her, he fed her his cock, moving from divine worship of this woman to treating her as a pleasure-giving slut.

Shobha had opened her mouth to argue with him and instead found herself bobbing her head back and forth on his cum coated cock as enthusiastically as if it had been her own idea. She worried out time and she worried about discovery. With that she moved faster willing him to cum and hoped that the corner was still more remote than where they were laid out moments ago.

She gripped his buttocks and kneaded them and exulted when she felt his cock twitch and grow in response. He was wonderful! She wanted more of him!

He placed his hands on the wall a few feet above her head and closed his eyes, losing himself in the rhythm of his hips and the warmth of her mouth.

Shobha dutifully sucked on his cock. When he allowed her she ran her lips on the side of his cock that she knew her husband loved. She fisted him using the "O" of her lips as if her mouth was her pussy. She held him gently and kissed the cock lovingly as if in worship.

But he just did not expect her to rotate the full weight of his cock around her tongue in rapid rotation. The pleasure was indescribable and he held her head and rocked into her mouth unmindful that he was in her mouth and not her pussy. She had to control him and slow him down as her hand started banging on the stone wall behind her. 

He nearly came again but he instantly knew that he did not want to come. She felt his cock throb as if it might come and wondered if that would mean they would then leave; or whether it meant she would still not be satiated. Her pussy was now truly on boil and she needed some release sooner or later.

It could not be now for this was getting way too dangerous. What if a relative came looking for either of them? Here she was, outwardly a conservative mami, sitting on the floor, legs wide apart with a big wet patch on the petticoat where her crotch had soaked it. Her hair was askew, now stained with the youth's juices. Her vermilion mark on the forehead spread enough to be indistinguishable from the flushed red of her face. Her mouth full of the salty taste of this young man from her neighborhood whose name she did not know.

It would not be pretty to be discovered thus. She would have to move, horny or not.

Srikant withdrew to prevent himself from cumming and kneeled. Once again worshipful, he cleared her face of any stray strands of hair and holding her in both hands looked deep into her eyes. 

"Thank you, mami!" he said in a voice brimming with confidence and satisfaction.

"WE must go now," she said pinching his cheek affectionately. 

"But I have hardly repaid you for all the attention you have lavished on me," he complained, suddenly all the child.

She pulled him to her and kissed on the lips, letting her tongue slide in and out of his mouth. 

"There is lots where this came from," she said. Reaching down and holding his unconquered cock as if she were weighing it she continued, "And lots more here too. So nothing to worry there. What is your name?" she asked, coquettishly, being her flirtatious best.

"Damn, she is a sorceress!" he thought. In her hands his cock threaten to explode: so close was it to orgasm. He reached down and caught her hand and slowed her movement down. Then he guided her fingers to press on his head to head-off the impending release as he had done to himself so often when wanting to prolong his fantasies and masturbate more.

"We will," she tossed her head making him a promise.

"Before that," he said, holding her hands and raising her forward, off the wall. He made her turn and kneel, her back to him and her facing the wall. He gripped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them gently, palming her nipples.

"Gosh, he is instinctive!" she marveled as the tingles shot through her aching body. She needed release, she needed it now! But how! This was crazy.

But it was about to get crazier. Raising her petticoat again over her hips, he hunched his back and brought his cock to an alignment along the crevice of her buttocks. Nestling his cock there, he hugged her from behind, the soft rotating of her breasts becoming a hard gripping grind. She felt him smear his juices on her buttocks. 

"Yes, he is a natural for sure," she concluded, her cunt aching and now ready to drip from the flow.

His arm slid down and circling her torso his other hand pushed her neck forward. 

Shobha gasped as she realized the position he was pushing her to. This was animal!

She stiffened her back to resist when his sharp voice commanded her, "Kneel!"

Gone was that child that had suckled on her and beseechingly loved her. Once again, behind her was a pleasure seeking man hell bent on getting what he wanted.

"This, for you," he claimed, getting ready to pleasure himself as he pleasured her. But he did not know how. All that he knew was what he had seen in a movie. He needed her help.

His voice softened as he pleaded, "Help me?"

She held up her hair with one hand as she turned at her waist to look at him. Her eyes, those marvelously expressive eyes, were dancing mischievously.

She could have put him down and humiliated him. Instead she become the whore he wanted and asked him, "You want to fuck me like this?"

"Yes," he nodded, submissively.

"Say it!" she commanded, enjoying the abrupt change in roles.

He nodded again.

"Use the fuck word with mami! Come on! You can ask for this but now you are shy?" Now she was more than half turned. 

"Come on, I want it as much as you. Ask for it," she repeated.

"I want to fuck you from behind," he stammered.

"Come," she said smoothly and sweetly.

She spread her legs wide and curved her back to splay open her pussy. Juices rushed forth as the well of her womb upturned. She was so wet she knew she might need some drying out if she was to make him cum.

She was an expert at taking a man from behind and she knew this from the ways in which she had made her husband helplessly spill his seed without control. She sometimes used it as a weapon when she became exhausted and needed him to finish but he was still going strong.

She had never ever told her man that she was worn out or tired or not in a mood. She simply took him from behind and with innate expertise given to her by some sexual goddess benefactor she would make him cum. 

It could be in seconds if she was tired. It could be tens of minutes if she wanted her own pleasure to know no bounds. All in all, she was the master of what the world knows as doggy-style.

But this boy needed guidance. 

She raised herself and turned to face him, with her sentence punctuated by several butterfly kisses she instructed him, "Bend lower than my hip level and move as close to me as you can. When you feel my hand on you just follow till I ask you to push. Push slowly till you find yourself inside me. And do not pull out too quickly, you will fall out. And that will be unbearable for mami!"

"Would you like mami to feel unbearably abandoned?" she asked, gently slapping his cock.

He shook his head to indicate that no; he would not want his Shobha mami to feel abandoned.

"I do not want to feel full and then suddenly a vacuum. You have no idea how much time it takes to get you back in. Understood?" she explained.

He nodded in understanding.

"Do you want me to spend time aching while your cock is searching for me," she asked her eyes dancing. She was being deliberately teasing; it heightened her pleasure.

"No!" he implored, trying to force her to bend. "I want you now!" he commanded.

"And that is another thing," she insisted. "Are you doing this for me or for you?"

"For you. I must return your favors!" he pleaded.

"That," she said, "When I tell you. Now, just fuck," she said, knowing that she would allow it to last only as long as her pleasure needed it.

She knelt, her knees spread wide. He knelt behind her. She reached under them and found his cock. She could not grip him or hold but she was able to reach far enough to be able to control the head.

"Now follow," she commanded her student. As she gently brought him to her cunt, he moved gently as he had instructed her.

When the cock head was at her lips, more or less parallel, Shobha wiggled her hips to bring the head within her folds. The angle of a doggy-fuck she knew was something unique. It reached places nothing else could reach, not even she while masturbating.

"Now!" she ordered. Her student pushed diligently and sank into her. His stomach came to rest on her ass and he noticed that she was smeared with juices across her back and it was now smeared on him.

She changed the angle of her hips and from just that he felt her sheath massaging his cock from the head to the middle with no movement on his part. Instinctively he pulled back to thrust and she stopped him, "Do nothing till I tell you!"

She bent her hips back and forth, sliding his cock against the upper wall of her pussy, touching spots that sent shots of pleasure through her.

He pulled again, disobeying her and very nearly slipped out. "No" she screamed in panic, this time no drums to drown out the shout nor any control being exercised.

He froze.

She rode back on him. Her hands sought out a place to grip but the cold stone floor offered none. She searched for she needed an anchor to grip so she could manipulate her sheath on his shaft with direction, speed and rhythm all dictated by her own inner needs. 

She found an edge and her right hand gripped the ledge, only to be touched by other fingers. In shock Shobha opened her eyes which where firmly shut as her mind riveted on all the places Srikant's pliant cock was touching her. There was a gap at the base of the wall. With her cheek on the cold stone floor she could see through that gap and see people moving about. Next to her clenched hand was the hand of someone who had put his or her hand in the same gap for balance. 

Luckily, that person moved his/her hand away instinctively. Shobha became tense. Perhaps she had been noticed. She wondered if the people she could see were possibly able to see her.

Keeping her eyes on the moving figures, she shifted her concentration to the cock in her cunt. This was insane and she had to end it now. 

She bucked and twisted, making the cock repeatedly scrape the extra sensitive zone up behind her clit. She adjusted herself a bit and her clitoris itself was facing downward, rubbing hard against the sliding cock below it.

Shobha stuffed her fist into her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. She was pummeling herself against the cock and the rubbing of her clit was incessant.

She sobbed as she came, and despite her fist she groaned. Srikant heard her groaning and rubbed her back to help her in her pleasure. She convulsed, taking her pleasure. For all it was worth, Srikant was just an object, living, breathing, pulsating; but only so that she could pleasure herself fully and completely.

She flooded in torrents, dripping on to her garments and onto the floor below her. The excitement, danger and sheer vigor of this encounter found full expression in explosive orgasm. She had not come this hard and this copiously in a long, long time. 

She took her time, rocking back and forth and took every ounce of pleasure that her aching body demanded and gave.

She now turned to making Srikant come, which should be a few seconds. It was short but not the way she imagined it to be.

No sooner than he sensed that her orgasm was abating, Srikant leaned forward and reached under. He gripped her breasts hard in both hands and said, all command and control, "Now me!"

Before she could protest the tight grip on her breasts and her twisted nipples become a source of intense pleasure. 




Worship Ch. 01



The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, as the stern feminine voice of his GPS system commanded him to turn right into the secluded cul-de-sac. The voice a strong reminder as was his nerves of the impending situation. Suppressing his usual sense of humour.

"You have reached your destination," The voice announced with clinical delivery as if the GPS knew what lie ahead.

He had always yearned for a stern female voice, and he hoped to experience it very soon. The nerves had made it increasingly hard to concentrate for the past week, now he was on a knife-edge. Split between impending joy and sheer nerves. 

He pulled up and parked his car in the nearest space, and zapped the car deadlocked. As he walked across the empty concrete forecourt, he noticed the green vegetation sprouting through the cracked concrete and the rusty collapsed chain link fence. It didn't fit with his expectations. 

In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a sleek blue sports car tucked away in the corner. Not being one for fast cars, he didn't register much about it. Though in the flash of attention he gave it, he'd logged that the registration ended KRU. For a brief moment he pondered if it was short for anything Krug champagne, krugerrands, belonging to a champagne drinker or a South African, a champagne loving South African. Little did he know he would understand the significance sooner than he expected, and it would bring back his memories of a cool lion beer overlooking Table Mountain or the wealth and expensive gold coinage. 

This thought last no longer than a moment, quickly drowned out by his fixation on the impending visitation concentrating his mind. He could feel his hairs on his body standing on end, and the blood coursing through his body. Lost in the thoughts of his impending fate, the short walk from his car to the doorway, virtually took no time. A non-descript glass frontage, with double doors and a window either side. The window covered in a metallic one-way film. 

The sudden arrival at the door, with a choice of buttons on the tarnished silver plated intercom box flummoxed him. He fumbled with the zip of his coat pocket as he tried to quickly get to the email instructions he had printed off. Double-checking the print, he reached for the middle button; the box emitted its high-pitched electronically synthetic burst! 

He was acutely aware of the tight schedule that had been imposed on him. He was frantically looking at his watch, worried about the seconds and minutes he may be late by. He looked around, left, right, and up to the sky, noticing the flashing red LED of the CCTV camera mounted over the doorway. Wondering who would be sat on the other end, and whether they would actually be watching and what was going in on their mind. His train of thought was interrupted by the low pitch buzz and the one side of doorway creaked open. 

He pushed open the door and walked inside. The door shut and the darkness of the entrance lobby enveloped him. He let the door close behind him, pushing it shut. Pulling on the handle to ensure the latch had caught, the finality of the situation dawned on him. This was it! He had prepared himself for it. The point of no return was distant on the horizon. As his eyes got accustomed to the darkness he could make out small flickers of light around the room. At that moment, it didn't provide enough light for him to move from the spot he had landed on. As the following minute passed he was increasingly aware of his breathing and his pulse, feeling it pump through his neck. The small flickers of light became discernable as small tea lights on top of shelving unit. 

He felt down on his waist and looked at the green backlit watch, confirming his worse fear, he was five minutes late. He was trying to find the marker and box that were put of the next part of Her instructions. He scanned the room, and then in the middle appeared a small grey marker on the floor and the cardboard box next to it. He wondered if the grey was chosen to make it hard to spot. But he didn't have the luxury to ponder on that thought. He quickly paced to the spot, dropping quickly to his knees. Looking in the box to find the collar, and set of matching cuffs. He carefully placed them to the side. Scrambling to become naked, almost ripping the buttons off his shirt, and ripping at the trouser zips. He neatly folded his jacket, shirt and trousers, making sure to check that his mobile was switched off. Neatly placing each item into the cardboard box, and lifting the flap lid over. He picked up the collar with reverence, never have experienced one before, feeling the rough inner and smooth outer surface. He wrapped it around his neck, buckling it up as per the instructions, to ensure a firm but comfortable fit. Pushing a finger into the gap, checking the tension, not too loose not too tight. Just perfect he thought, letting out a small titter as he thought of goldilocks. Repeating the process with the each cuff on each of his limbs, not pausing to think, hearing the second counting away his in head. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.

He made one final sweep around to see if anything was amiss. 

He flipped quickly and enthusiastically onto his front and lied out prostrate on the floor. Facing down, with the floor pushing back at his nose, squashing it with his hands to his side. Feeling the heat of his hot body being drawn into the cold concrete, the seconds turned into epoch, as he lied there still and calm, feeling his pulse dropping. 

Unsure of the passage of time, the darkness never surrendering any clues he waited. The peace of the lobby disrupted by the clinical sharp clip of metal on concrete. He had heard of the noise, but had never experienced the nearing sound of a stiletto-wearing lady as she approached her prey. The noise was music to his ear, like a great symphony or oration, spellbinding. He started to loose himself as the clips fell hypnotically. Stopping suddenly for no reason! He felt little a bead of sweat form, from the stress. The peace once more was disrupted as by an earthy steel rumble, he saw a shaft of light come through a shutter doorway, as it slid open. The clip started once more, paced rhythmically.



Worship His Cock



I have always found it odd that there are women out there who do not enjoy giving a man a blow-job...especially if it is the man they love...or are in love with. Personally I just cannot imagine anything nicer than the experience of sucking a beautiful hard...or soft cock and knowing that my efforts are being enjoyed. I believe it is an honor and a privilege to be allowed to pleasure a man in this way. I have always wanted to explain why I love it so much and how I feel when I do it and what the experience gives me. That is what I will attempt to do now. I hope that someone out there enjoys reading about how wonderful cock sucking is from one woman's perspective....and hopefully somehow...a few of those women out there who see it as a "chore" can be converted into developing a new attitude to pleasuring their man.

My first time that I went down on a man was after a late...or rather, early night of partying hard on the dance floor of a local nightclub when I was just eighteen. He was thirty-seven and we had been getting hot and close all night and into the morning. Others on the dance floor were telling us to "get a room"...and we finally listened to them. So off we went to his place for the rest of the 'night'.

We both had a shower and went to bed but sleep was the last thing on our minds. So we kissed and I finally got close enough to see what I had been brushing up against all night. His cock was long and hard and I ached to touch it. I didn't ask, just reached out and felt it...running my hand up and down the shaft.... Soon I was masturbating him with both hands and getting more and more excited by his groans of pleasure. I don't know why, but I just sort of took control of the situation because he was enjoying himself so much and seemed happy by what I was doing. So I kissed a trail down his strong lean stomach till my mouth found it's target.

He was so surprised when my mouth engulfed his cock. He couldn't seem to believe that I had just gone straight down on him without a word of encouragement from him. He seemed almost alarmed that I had wanted to suck his cock. For me it was the most natural thing in the world. I had never done it before and I had never even seen porn at that stage in my life. I just knew I wanted to taste...to use all the senses that I possessed. But then, that is just how I am...I believe in getting the most out of a beautiful experience...making meaningful memories that last long after the act. That is what I am all about.

So that was my first experience of sucking a cock and when I think about it now...what I loved most of all about it...was the way he enjoyed what I did. He encouraged me every step of the way with moans and groans...saying "YES" when I sucked his balls or gently stroked them with my hands while sucking his cock. Then afterwards, he had looked at me in amazement and awe...admitting that he had never been so masterfully handled before and wondering where I had learned to do it so well....

He also told me that no woman had seemed to really enjoy sucking his cock before and that it usually seemed as if a woman did it as a "favor" or saw it as a "chore".....needing to be asked to do it. He said he couldn't believe I had done it voluntarily. What he said had made me wonder why anyone faced with such a lovely cock would need to be asked to suck it...I just couldn't understand it. From that first experience I learned so much about men and what they like and I also learned about myself and what I like too.

For me there is no greater compliment than having a man's erect cock pointing straight at me...I see it like a child sees candy...it just begs to be tasted and sucked. It is my reward for being a good girl...I get to have the lollipop. When we are young our parents teach us that there is more joy in giving...than receiving and as we grow older, many of us stop thinking that way and start to want more and more and give less and less. That is such a shame because life should be more about giving and enjoying the shared pleasures that creates.

It is not a nice feeling when we give someone a present and then realize that it is not actually something that they need or want. But most women quickly recognize that sucking their man's cock is one of the greatest presents you can give him....and sadly, many women use this as a blackmailing tool...manipulating their men into giving them something or doing something for them or forgiving them after a fight. This really makes me angry and my heart goes out to those men who are being used in such ways. 

What do I love about sucking a juicy cock? Well, this is something that cannot be said in a sentence or two...I need to write a whole fucking story about it! For me it is an honor, as mentioned before. Here is a man...a beautiful man with a nice juicy cock all ready to be used by you. Just the thought that someone WANTS me to pleasure him...that is the first thing that excites me beyond belief! Without that WANT....I might as well be sitting back watching television. 

I love the visual aspect of a cock disappearing into a willing mouth...and sometimes I envy the man because he gets to look down at his cock moving in and out between loving lips of a wanting woman. So, because I cannot see it from where I am...up close to all the action...I imagine how it must look to the man I am sucking...seeing it from his point of view. That turns me on BIGTIME!! I love when a man tells his woman to "look up" at him while she sucks him...and I imagine that sight from his perspective.

Eye contact is so important for me during sex. Eyes are windows to the soul...so to look into them means to see more than just a cock...or a man...or a woman...but instead to see right through to what makes them who they are. That is something I find incredibly attractive when I am in love. I want to see inside the man, which allows me access to even his deepest, darkest secrets and desires. When I look up into a man's eyes as I suck his cock, my heart beats even faster and harder, making me hornier and wetter. To see a man's eyes reflecting the emotions he is feeling...the amazing sight he is seeing...the sensations he is experiencing...THAT stays with me and affects my every thought of him from that moment on.

I also love seeing a cock all shiny and wet with my saliva from sucking him and spitting on him. It is a turn-on for both my man and me when my mouth pulls back from sucking and there is a long rope of drool connecting my mouth with his cock. It is all part of getting 'down and dirty' during an intense sexual experience. The visual aspect itself is fantastic...but that is expanded even more when you add the mental stimulation. The fact that a woman will play for hours with a man's cock and drool all over it and enjoy seeing all that wetness and get turned on by it...that is what pleases a man and when he is pleased...that in turn pleases me too.

I have often made reference to my sense of smell when engaging in close contact with another. How a man smells all over and especially when you get close to his cock, can mean the difference between a woman feeling like she is in heaven...or in bed with the toilet brush. That may sound cruel but I can understand why some women are turned off by a man who is not clean or healthy. An unhealthy man who does not eat the right foods or drink plenty of water can smell less than nice and this affects the mood and the taste of his cock and also the taste and smell of his cum.

I love the clean, fresh smell of a healthy man who takes great pride in his body. This also makes me want to worship his body as I would like mine worshiped. I even love the smell of a healthy man's sweat. This kind of sweat is even a turn-on for me after he has been exercising and while he works out with me. 

My mouth waters when I kiss the head of a man's cock. I feel the anticipation of what he will taste like and slowly I let my tongue lick over his head and gently into the eye...marveling at the fact that this is the source of so much...most importantly, the giver of human life. Right there at the tip of his manhood is the place where such important bodily fluids are excreted. My knees go weak when I think about this place I am licking...allowing myself to love all that this sacred tool is used for.

I love using my tongue to trace a line of saliva around the rim of his mushroom head and allow it to pop in and out of my mouth. This gets me really worked up as it is very sexual. I love to look up right then and see him close his eyes in pleasure at the friction that is created with this movement. I love to hear the sounds of his rapid breathing and the deep rumbling timbre of his lustful groans. I love the excited thrusting motions as he tilts his hips to meet my hungry mouth. Allowing the rhythm to take a hold of me and escalate...is something so exciting...

Hands are so important during all forms of sex as they are what 'speaks' when there are no words. My favorite is kissing him while working my saliva covered hands up and down his slick shaft, being sure to stimulate the sensitive parts around the rim of his head. I enjoy pulling my head back a little so I can just look into his eyes while masturbating him and telling him how much I love him and what I am doing to him. There is so much you can do with your hands during a blow-job...an endless list of techniques which stimulate him in different ways...like rotating two hands around him or stroking his balls at the same time...or just using two fingers, thumb and second finger in the shape of an O...just rapidly over his head....

I love the sense of power that I have when I hold my man's cock in my mouth or hands. At that moment and for the next hour or two...I am in control of what happens...and I am responsible for him having the most sensational, meaningful experience possible. I want it to be mind-blowing for him and not over and done with in an instant. I want to take him to the edge as many times as possible, stopping every time he is about to cum. I want him to experience orgasms of the mind and body...sometimes cuming only a little bit (if he is capable of that...not all men can do it) and then at the end, allowing him to shoot hot ribbons of cum as far as he can...or all over me.

The first time I tried to swallow a man's cum I was only eighteen years old and I did not like the taste. It was like horrible warm soup to me and I had to spit it out, almost vomiting in the process. For some women it is like that every time and they never get used to the taste and smell. But for me, the greater my love for the man, the greater my fascination with his cum. Now I love to smell it and lick the little droplets of pre-cum off the tip of his cock. I love the feeling of accepting his 'offering' to me like a reward for my efforts when he finally cums.

I have learned that a man is very proud of his cock and what cums out of it. For him to see a woman enjoying his cock and his cum, makes him feel emotions that are almost too hard to put into words. When I saw my fist porno I watched in horror as the man came all over the woman's face and tits as well as into her mouth. I couldn't believe she was actually enjoying that! Now I beg for cum. I love the fact that it is such a turn-on for a man to see his cum all over a woman as she smiles and licks it off. Once again, I put the shoe on the other foot and see it from his point of view. How AMAZING must it be to look down on a woman on her knees as long ribbons of cum spurt out of your cock and land all over her lovely face?

There are so many things you can do when you have a man's cock in your mouth. When I first watched porn, I would skip over the part where the woman was sucking him because I had no real concept of what went on during that time...the cameral didn't go into her mouth. But now I know how much actually goes on in there. You can tell from the sounds a man is making what is happening to his cock. I like to flick the tip of my tongue over the eye of a man's cock and especially work up a rhythm around the sensitive dent where the rim meets on the underside of his cock....all the while still sucking him and moving his cock in and out of my mouth. This can only be felt by my man and me but not seen by anyone watching.

Another discovery which was so exciting for me was the concept of 'deep throating'. I never realized that it was possible to take a man's cock down deep into my throat. I thought that when it slid into my mouth and stopped...that was it...that was as far as it could go. When I found out that a cock can actually move past that stopping point and slide down my throat I was so amazed. It is hard work, especially with a thick cock but the look on his face...pure joy...and the sounds of raw ecstasy in his voice as he realizes what you are doing for him...that is worth any discomfort. I have enjoyed this form of giving and have made it a point to 'practice' as often as I can so I get used to relaxing my throat to ward off my 'gagging reflex'. This is where I like to use my various different sized dildos.

There are still two more senses I have not gone into in any great depth. Those are the sounds and the feel or more importantly, the feelings. I find the sounds that sucking on a cock makes, exciting and dirty in an animal-like way. The squelching sounds of hands covered in saliva, rubbing over a dripping cock....fucking awesome! It all adds to the experience in a positive way...heightening sexual pleasure for both the man and the woman.

I always say to men that if they want to know how the head of a cock feels in your mouth...then take a boiled egg and peel it. Pop it into your mouth and lick it...and that is what it feels like. It is so smooth and velvety and delicate...so sweet and succulent. I love textures...materials that are smooth or ribbed...silky or course. The feel of a man's hairy strong arm against my smooth bald pussy...this all adds to the excitement and sensation so that feeling of touching his cock and balls to me is like an 'all you can eat buffet' is to a starving man.

I know that I have only touched the surface of what can be done...and what can be felt when going down on a man or 'giving head'...but I am not a very technical type of person so I can only try to describe how it feels to me. My greatest fantasy is to have a naked man on my bed and to have the next few hours or days or weeks to just do everything I have always dreamed of doing to and for him. For me it all begins and ends with the mind. First you must have the thought and then you put it into action. But at the end you must be able to reflect on what you did and communicate with your partner. This way you learn from each experience and find ways of improving each time.

There is an endless world of different sexual experiences to be had so there are no excuses for doing the same thing, the same way...every time. 

So women who just suck their man's cock for a few minutes as foreplay should re-examine what they are giving. You don't cook the same dish, the same way, every day...so why not shake things up a bit? I believe that women who have a sexy male in their life...should worship his cock. 



Worship Puddle



Not all stories have a happy ending. In real life, the good guy doesn't always get the girl, they don't always live happily ever after and they don't walk off into the sunset. In real life, nothing happens. At least that's the way I remember it.

I had met April roughly six years ago during my freshman year at UCLA. April was an exotic woman, way, way out of my league. She was an exotic beauty of Euro Asian descent. Her mother was Japanese and her father was Scottish.

She was very tall, towering over me at 6.2ft. She's what you'd call busty, with a shapely figure but she also spent a great deal of time keeping in shape at the local gym. She had beautiful dark mocha skin, large almond shaped brown eyes, a tiny button nose, high cheek bones, big pouty lips and jet black raven hair. 

She was the object of my affection for quite some time. It took a great deal of courage on my part to even approach her let alone ask her out on a date. Alas when I did, she rejected my advances. 

April was with the 'in crowd'. She hung out with the popular kids. Girls wanted to be her, men wanted to be with her. She was incredible. The very definition of 'blue balls'. I had rubbed one out on many occasions to her. 

As the years passed and we grew older I slowly got over her, setting my sights on other girls. Subsequently, I ended up having a two and a half year relationship with a girl I'd met in my economics class. Her name was Sasha. 

Sasha is what you'd call a good girl: proper, polite, prim and pretty. After college however, I got offered a job in a top accounting firm out in California and she got offered a role within the television industry in New York. 

We decided to part ways given the fact that neither of us were big believers in long distance relationships. This brings me to the next part of my story. 

I hadn't even thought about April until we bumped into each other at a quarterly business function. It turned out that she worked for my parent company. Given the fact that we were both new at this function, we ended up sitting together and chatting as we didn't really know anyone else. 

I was charming, polite and articulate. 

She was equally delightful. 

I tried to refresh her memory of the time I asked her out and she rejected me. Alas she said that she could not recollect such a thing ever happening, upon which she added "Although, I used to be quite a conceded bitch back then. I'm different now" 

An opportunity had presented itself. A window was opened for me. Perhaps it was her sign. 

I made the decision then and there to ask her out to dinner later that night. To my surprise, she accepted my invitation. 

I took her out to a restaurant called Bridges: similar to Sizzler yet slightly more upmarket. We chatted about our career ambitions, out past relationships, where we'd been and where we were hoping to be headed. 

One thing led to another and we both ended up extremely intoxicated. 

We later ended up back at her place, groping each other. I was in ecstasy. This was my ultimate fantasy, I was with the girl of my dreams. This was it, her flower was open. 

We headed over to her bedroom. 

She sprawled out on her bed as she began to give me a little show. I stood there, gobsmacked, watching in awe. She slowly removed her top and unbuckled her bra, exposing her plump C cup breasts. 

She smiled at me. 

I could feel my hardness pressing up against my jeans. I was so hard, it hurt. 

With her right index finger, she pointed at her left nipple, "kiss me" she said. 

I leaned in, eagerly giving her left breast a peck. 

She then pointed to her stomach, "kiss me" she said again

I happily obliged as I began to lick and suck on her stomach, slowly unbuckling her belt, making my way to her honey pot. 

Her left hand slowly started moving up my thigh. 

All of a sudden and without warning, "Mpfh!!! Argh!!!" I spazamed. My breathing intensified, by body stiffened as I prematurely came in my pants. It was over. 

I moaned in pleasure, despair and guilt. 

She was confused, "are you okay?" she asked me, thinking something else had happened. 

I tried to cover it up. I cupped my crotch and excused myself. "I ahh, I'm fine. I just need to use your bathroom." I looked up at her only to notice she was smiling, grinning from ear to ear. She knew what had happened. 

"Did you just ejaculate?" she asked me. 

"No, don't be silly." I said, "Where's your bathroom?" I asked.

"Just back there" she said. 

I felt every little bit pathetic. This had never happened to me before. 

As I locked the door behind me, I looked down only to notice that I had stained my pants. This was indeed, very embarrassing. 

I unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans fall to the ground. Reaching across I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and proceeded to clean myself up. I could hear her through the door, breathing, listening in on me. 

"You shouldn't be embarrassed" she said

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play the fool.

"It's very normal. It happens to most guys. If anything, I'm flattered" she said. 

She was right, but I was just too damn embarrassed, "I don't know what you're talking about, I just had to use the bathroom." 

Upon cleaning myself up, I tossed the cum drenched toilet paper in the toilet bowl, flushing the toilet. 

I pulled my pants back up and emerged from the bathroom every little bit humiliated. 

To my shock, there was April sprawled out on the bed completely nude. She smiled up at me, "you're a cutie pie" she said. 

"I've never seen anything like that before. Are you a teenager?" she teased. 

"I don't know what you're talking about" I said again. 

She erupted in laughter, "sure you don't" she teased. 

With that, she extended her hand to me, motioning for me to approach. "Let's get you out of that dirty shirt and those wet pants" she giggled. 

As she proceeded to remove my shirt, I could feel the blood racing back to my phallus as we once again began to grope and fondle each other. Her breath whispering hot in my ear, I fumbled with my belt letting my jeans fall to the ground. 

I crawled up onto the bed with her. 

That's when she whispered hoarsely in my ear, "Do you have a condom?" 

I was momentarily taken back and suddenly stricken with a sense of loss. I did not have a condom, hence we could not do the dirty deed. I let out a sigh of frustration, looking up at her, "No, no I didn't. I'm sorry" I began to ramble, "it didn't occur to me to bring a condom. How would that have looked?.....argh! I'm sorry April, I didn't think we'd be here like this, I'm really sorry, I..."

April started laughing once more, "it's okay" she said. 

"I think my ex left some condoms behind." She reached over to her nightstand, pulling out a condom, handing it to me.

"Now lets get these boxers off" with that, she yanked down my shorts. 

........."oh" she said in shock.

"what?" I asked as I looked down in unison. 

We both sat there staring at my stiffness. Old glory saluting the ceiling, alas she was not impressed. She had a blank expression on her face, she almost looked puzzled. 

"bushy" she said in reference to my thick nest of pubic hair. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Nothing...... It's very nice. You're excited" she said. 

That's when she asked me something that took me completely by surprise. 

"umm..... you're not completely hard are you?" she asked. 

"what? what do you mean?" 

"I mean, your skin. It hasn't retracted. I've never seen a stiff cock with skin that doesn't retract." 

"Oh, yeah of course! Sure it gets bigger!" I lied. My ego was slaughtered. 

I fumbled with the condom wrapper, eager to get this part over and done with. 

She sensed I was having difficulty and began laughing at me once more. She leaned in to give a helping hand, snatching the condom from me and proceeding to unwrap it, withdrawing the rubber from it's packaging. 

She leaned down, slowly unrolling the condom over my rigid flesh. 

To my absolute horror: it didn't fit. 

The condom was not only loose, it was baggy, it was long. No amount of trying was going to make this work.

I could see the shock, astonishment and disapproval in her eyes. Where she once saw a man, she now saw a little boy. 

I was overcome with extreme embarrassment. My cheeks turned three shades of red. Yet oddly enough, I had never been more aroused in my entire life. 

She looked up at me and erupted in laughter. Laugher from deep down. "Oh my god!" she said, "oh boy" she added. 

"I'm sorry" I said, "do you have any normal sized condoms?" I asked in desperation. 

"What do you mean 'normal sized?' that is normal sized" she said. 

"umm... do you have any" I sighed in humiliation, "any, smaller condoms?" 

"Oh boy. I've never had smaller guys up here before" she blurted out. 

"oh......" I replied. 

It took a second or two for her to realise what she had just said, "I mean, I didn't mean to say that you were..... oh boy" 

This was awkward for both of us. We sat there in silence for a few moments, just looking at each other. 

Slowly, she leaned up against her bed head, folding her arms smiling at me as I sat at the foot of the bed, looking every little bit pathetic with a condom at least three times too large hanging off my pathetic little boner. 

That's what I realised something. This wasn't happening. Not now, not ever. 

"were not having sex tonight are we?" I asked

She shook her head as if to say 'no'. "I'm sorry" she added. 

"oh... that sucks" I said as I slid the condom off my erect member. 

"so, what do we do now?" I asked. 

"You can come and sit next to me and we can talk" she motioned for me to sit next to her. 

I slowly crawled over to her, my little stiffy still ripe and ready for action, bobbing with each heartbeat. 

She looked down at it in disbelief, "My god! You really are excited aren't you??"

"Yeah I guess so" I replied. 

"It's so pink!!" she added, "I've never seen a dick that was so pink before" 

I was lost for words, "oh yeah"

"It just looks so underused...... did you have sex with your girlfriend in college" she asked

"umm, yeah of course"

"What did she say about it?" she asked

"About what?"

"About your little pink dick." Ouch, that remark hurt. My ego, my poor little ego!

"She, she never really said anything about it" 

"Were you her first?" she asked

I knew exactly what she was insinuating. "Yes I was."

There was more awkward silence. 

Desperate to move forward and salvage the night I began to ramble, "You know, I could go to the drugstore and get some condoms. I'll be back in—"

"---I don't want to have sex with you" she said, cutting me off. 

"oh..... you mean like ever?" god I was pathetic!

She looked down at my pecker once more and then back up at my desperate pleading eyes, "I'm sorry sweetie" she said. 

"t-t-that's okay." I said, defeated. 

"but don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone"

"that's nice of you" I added. 

We sat there in more awkward silence. I was so lost for words. 

At that point I was still incredibly horny. I was determined to get something from her, 

"How about...."

"What?" she asked

"You know..... relieving each other?" I asked in desperation. 

Playfully she started to tease, "what? what exactly do you want to do? Huh? Huh??"

I was embarrassed to even say it, "you know, you could give me a, a, a blowjob?" 

"awwww! That's so sweet...... I'm sorry I don't do that." She replied, I knew she was lying. I'd heard stories about her, I knew she gave blowjobs. It hurt that I wasn't even worth it. 

"oh..." I said. 

"but feel free to play with my pussy if you want." With that, she spread her legs. "go on...." she urged me.

I ate her out for hours. Her legs wrapped around my head, heavy panting, moaning, screaming my name. At least I made her cum. 

After I was done, she noticed I was still erect, "You might want to take care of that before you go."

"oh, yeah of course" I said as I slowly proceeded to fondle myself before her

"wait! Not here!!" she stopped me. 

"huh?" I asked dumbfounded. 

"I don't want you to shoot your looser goo all over my satin sheets.... Go rub out a worship puddle in the bathroom" 

That was the low point. 

After I rubbed one out, I got dressed and left. 

We never spoke again.... socially at least. 

But since then, I always rub out a worship puddle to her every night before I go to sleep.



Worship the God



I have always been a bit kinky. As I lay there with my head nestled against his chest, the hairs there tickling against my cheek like the hairs of a spider leg, his heart calmly throbbing its adoration like the most primitive, pulsating, amoeba as it dines, an idea struck me. 

The idea was a kinky one, and one that would disgust the average girlfriend. I am not average and the idea sparked a gentle fluttering in my clitoris. I began to slide down his body, bracing my hands against the mattress and keeping my head pushed flush against his chest as it began to descend, bumping and encountering resistance where my cheek met his rigid stomach muscles.

I continued, past his pubic region, his cock meekly twitching as though it sensed my presence but was not sure I was actually there. I did not stop to chat with that gorgeous beast. My nose was engaged in seeking his anal opening. Once found, I lavished one of my fingers as if it were his organ and rubbed at his opening. 

I had fingered him before. I had even used up to two or three fingers. He loved it. But my desire for him was a dirtier one today. The lovely opening flared against the pressing of the tip of my finger. The moisture of my mouth was not enough, though. I could not open his hot insides to me with just my saliva. I reached down between my own legs and inserted the finger that had been pressing at his anus, into my vaginal canal. 

I found it sweltering and clenching as its walls secreted its thick, white fluid that indicated I was ovulating. This fluid from inside of me, mixed with my natural lubrication, served as lubrication to open his insides to me. I scraped up a generous amount of my natural lubrication and ovulation secretions onto my adventuring index finger. 

I then slid my finger out of my vaginal canal and pressed it back against his anus and began to force it against the flaring, puckered opening. I had to take two more generous secretions from my vagina and rub them into his asshole, poking the tip of my finger into the tightly clenched ring of muscle. That was all it took. I felt the muscle of his sphincter give beneath my drenched, insistent finger. 

I felt my finger sucked inside his rectum and I sighed at the almost unbearable strength and force with which his powerful internal muscles constricted around my finger. I stopped, soaking in the sensations with my sense of touch. I suddenly felt the slick, hot walls of his rectum deliberately clenching around my naughty finger.

I glanced upwards quickly as his muscular, thighs spread around my tiny body to accommodate me in my exploration of his nether regions. His cock was painfully hard, pressed desperately against his belly. I had been so intent by his inner place of worship I had not noticed his penis swell and grow and then he himself, wake up and become as interested as his cock in my activities. His dark eyes were hooded, but he was certainly not asleep. He looked down at me, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Got ya," he whispered huskily, and if possible, he grinded his rectal muscles down even harder on my finger. So erotically powerful was he inside and out that he was actually physically, holding me in place inside of him. This exercise of dominance even in his traditionally submissive position, brought images to my mind of all the times he had lifted me into his arms, pinned me to a wall, or pressed me roughly into our bed, our couch, or any other surface he could find, and coaxed my vagina into wrapping his organ in its warm embrace by tenderly, rubbing and caressing, even petting my vulva with his massive shaft and the swollen head. 

Everything about how he coupled with me was a paradox. He was much larger and would pin me with his body, every muscles tensing as he worked to lift me and secure me against him. Then, his attitude would totally change as our sex organs made first contact. Then he would treat my vulva as if it were a gem. Once in, the beast came out again, and I met him thrust for thrust, rock for roll, as my own beast emerged. 

Our sexual relations were not different in dynamics even when we turned the tables a little bit. So, as I lie there between his thighs, slowly, firmly, moving my finger back and forth inside of him like a windshield wiper, I fully intended to shock him. 

"That was new," he said, between deep, heavy breathes of arousal. 

"What?"

"Using your own pussy juices. Never seen that before."

"Oh, did you like that," I murmured as the tip of my encased finger lightly poked at his prostate. His groan rumbled in his chest and rushed out from between his, plush, sensuous lips. As I distracted him with this remark, my free hand slipped back down between my legs and inside of drenched canal.

I felt his heavy, hot organ twitch restlessly against my head as I used two fingers inside of myself to scoop out a generous amount of my fluids. As I did this, my pleasure-assaulted lover loosed his anal muscles enough to allow me to slip my index finger out so just the very tip was inside of him. Before be could growl with displeasure and use his hand to force me back in, I slipped the tip of my middle finger inside. Using the traction of the newly introduced middle finger, I pried his asshole open. 

Then I pushed the fingers back together and then shoved roughly inside of the rolling caressing muscles. I began to scissor him, preparing him for what was to come. I then retracted my fingers and yet again used them to pry him open, making a small, but large enough opening for my plans. 

I took my other hand with the two fingers coated with my own vaginal fluids and slipped it inside of his hungry asshole, and wiped the fluids onto the gripping, flexing, rectal walls. I repeated numerous times. He was reduced to gasps.

"Shit, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, and felt, baby," his head lolled back against his pillows, and his jaw dropped as he watched me coat his insides with my vaginal fluids, which were composed of lubrication and the secretions caused by my ovulation. 

"Can you feel it," I asked as he threw his head back against the pillow as my vaginal fluid coated fingers massaged deeper inside, bumping against his prostate. He growled, his hips rushed forward and one of his hands seized the wrist of my probing fingers and tried frantically to shove the fingers deeper inside of him.

I repeated this again and again. He was panting and trying to suck my arm inside of him by the time I introduced the star implement of my plan.

"Touch my penis, please....touch me," he begged, his belly and chest rising rapidly. 

"No." 

I withdrew my fingers completely and he practically snarled at me. He was stopped mid-snarl as I coolly demanded that he spread his legs further, prop his lower back up with a pillow, and hold his knees in the air.

I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and held them apart with one hand, while using the index and middle fingers of the other hand to pry open his asshole. I smiled at his, "holy fucking shit," as I pressed the tip of my tongue against his pried open asshole and drove forward. 

I did not merely stick the tip inside, I rammed forward, summoning all the strength in my tongue muscle to lodge as much as possible inside him. I have an exceptionally long tongue, so he got more tongue than most rim jobs include.

He thrashed his head back so hard I thought he would hit his head on the headboard of the bed. A rasping sound is all that escaped his throat as I began to swipe my tongue back and forth inside of his asshole. One of his hands clutched his fiercely swollen organ, the other, tangled in my hair trying to force me further inside of him.

His hips began to rock and roll, shoving my nose flush against his ass crack.

"Do you like.... How...I taste," he sounded more like he was in agony than in pleasure.

I moaned, "mmmmmmmmmm." And, oh, I loved it. I could feel him all around me. I felt so, so, so wet as I suckled at the straining pucker and pressed at the loving walls that cradled my kittenish tongue. The taste was indescribable. No, I did not taste shit. I tasted warm mucous, like that in his mouth, but thicker and more bitter. I tasted all of him. 

I wailed briefly as I thought of how I would not taste the fluids of his penis, or his penis for that matter. But I calmed myself. I ate of that plenty of times. His asshole was terribly neglected. Today was about his gorgeous ass and its wonderful muscular tube. 

Besides, he had spent the previous evening treating me like a goddess and denying himself. I was reversing the ritual. The god needs worship, too. And I brought the worship to a crescendo and the cry must have reached the eagles.



Worshiping Adonis



He is her Adonis, and she has waited so long to fully worship his body. This was to be the day, she lived her fantasy.

Her fingers shook as she began to unbutton his shirt at the collar. Her head swimming, she could feel her heart pulsing wildly. How did kissing him leave her feeling so drunk and clumsy? She looked up into his beautiful eyes for reassurance, and he smiled at her in that way that always made her melt. Standing on her toes she pressed her lips to his hungrily, as she freed the last two buttons and pushed the shirt away from his massive shoulders. He tugged his arms free and wrapped them around her tightly.

He always made her feel so fragile and small in a way no man ever could. He gripped his strong hands into her hips and pulled her closer to him, she could feel he was just as aroused as her. The hard length of him pressed firmly into her only made her desire burn hotter, as she submitted her mouth to his plunderous kiss. She broke her lips away from his reluctantly, she could have kissed him forever, however it would make removing his clothing more difficult with their bodies intertwined.

She traced her fingertips over his white undershirt, slowly trailing her way to his waist, and slipped them underneath to find his soft warm body awaiting her touch. She slid eager hands over his flesh, beneath the cotton, and savored the sensation of her skin gliding over his. She rested her head on his shoulder and inhaled his scent as her hands slid around to his back and she embraced him again. She could hear the quickness of his pulse in his chest echoing into her ear as she held him.

She looked up at him again, and he gazed down at her with that heavy lidded look she loved. He always had that look when she was doing something right , and it encouraged her to proceed disrobing this beautiful man before her. She slid his shirt upward on his torso and over his lifted arms, drinking him in with her eyes. In her excitement, she abandoned removing his shirt and left the remaining removal to him, as she began to kiss and stroke his broad lean chest and stomach. The heat from his torso made her lips tingle and the scent of his bare skin make her mouth water.

When he had discarded his shirt to the floor and brought his hands to her waist again, a sense of nervousness washed over her, as she knew it was her turn to remove something. She turned her attention back to his soft reassuring kisses as he lifted her shirt away from her waist. His grazing touch sent electricity through her skin as he slid up her sides, exposing her to the chill of the room. She stepped back gingerly and raised her arms so he could lift the last of the shirt away. She quickly smoothed her hair back into place and looked at him shyly. He looked at her for only the briefest moment, with lust in his eyes, before pulling her to him and claiming her mouth once more.

The exquisite feeling of his naked flesh against hers sent a new sensation of flaming heat through her body and she felt her wetness growing between her thighs. She brushed her fingers over the soft hairs of his jaw as she kissed him again and again, small seeking pecks on both of his lips, her mouth opening eagerly as he kissed her more fervently, seeking her tongue with his.

She staggered slightly in his embrace as he began walking them to somewhere behind her. She felt him lean her backwards until they were resting together on a comfortable couch. She pulled the weight of him to lay on her with her legs on either side of his waist, and as they continued to touch and kiss she could feel his hardness pressing into the warmth of her wet panties. She felt herself shiver as he slid one hand down her chest, provoking her to bite her lip as he caressed the top of her breast gently around her bra. She felt her hips writhing beneath him as he continued moving down her waist, past the thick fabric of her bunched skirt, to the top of her thigh.

She arched into him relishing his cock pressed hard against her as he gripped her soft flesh, a sigh escaped her lips as she felt his fingers sliding back up the inside of her thigh, drawing slowy closer the her eagerly awaiting wetness. She gasped sharply as his fingers began massaging her clit gently through her panties, his touch felt amazing and she was sure he could feel how hot and wet he had made her.

He kissed her more roughly now, biting and sucking her lip into his mouth as his fingers began seeking their way behind the fabric of her underwear. She moaned into his mouth as his calloused fingers found her again and he began caressing her, just gliding his fingers over her slick lips and passing over her clit almost without thought. The sensation was bliss and torture swirling together through her body. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra and she felt her body burning with need. When he focused more heavily on her sensitive little bump, circling it in small forceful touches, she could feel her legs beginning to quiver as she fought the urge to close them tight, the way she would if it were her own fingers giving her this amazing sensation.

She pressed her hips upward into his fingertips grinding at them seeking more. As if reading her mind, he began to slide his fingers towards the place she so desperately desired. She was panting uncontrollably as he slid his long thick fingers inside her wet pussy, first one and then the second. Her hungry muscles tightened greedily, trying to feel him everywhere at once. He knows how to touch her though, and his fingertips immediately find her spot and start stroking in deep pressing circles, she moaned loudly, so close to erupting with pleasure, she felt her climax building rapidly. He pressed the heel of his hand hard against her clit slipping his fingers into her rhythmically, perfectly strumming her like an instrument mastered years ago.

She felt the euphoria wash over her, tumbling her like a wave, as her orgasm took hold. She gripped his neck and kissed him hard as her muscles spasmed around his fingers. She lay there for a moment panting heavily as her body slowly recovered. He planted sweet kisses on her forehead, cheeks,and lips knowing he has just given her an amazing orgasm, and she could see the sly smile playing on his lips. She felt a smile form on her own lips and giggled lightly.

She exhaled shakily, kissing him again. He kissed her more deeply and pressed himself against her now extremely sensitive body. She wanted so badly to feel him deep inside her, burying himself into her warm folds, but there was something else she wanted of him first, so she pressed the palm of her hand gently into his chest to get him to rise away from her.

She could see the look of apprehension is his eyes as he stood to let her up, but surely the wicked grin she gave him, as she sat up and reached for his waist, reassured him. She pulled him closer to her so that his hips were now eye level, as she pried his belt from it's clasp and began unfastening his pants.

As she slid his zipper down with one hand, she eagerly reached inside and began caressing his hard member with her other, through his boxers. She felt him move closer as she gripped the firm heat of his cock. She relished the feel of him as she traced her fingernails over the fabric to where it opened, and ran her fingertips inside to gently tease them over his bare flesh.

She could hear his deep breathing as she slipped his erection through the opening of his boxers and began to stroke him. She loved the feel of him in her hand as she circled her fingers around him and slid her hand up and down the shaft, gliding her fingers gently over it's tantalizing thick head. She watched his skin respond to her touch, and licked her lips hungrily at the sight of his delicious flesh. His cock was beautiful to look upon, so flush with excitement. She looked up at him with a wicked smile as she leaned forward. She slowly exhaled her breath onto him as she let her tongue glide over the warm smooth skin of his cock, swirling it slowly at the tip.

She loved his salty flavor on her tastebuds, it made her mouth water like a favorite dish. She saw him close his eyes and his head tilt back with a sigh, this was the moment she could withstand no more and wrapped her lips around him. She slid her mouth over the length of him, savoring his flavor and scent, as his fingers wrapped into her hair. She loved how dirty yet empowered she felt at that moment.

She could feel his pulse reverberating into her lips as she caressed him, and she couldn't help but moan against his cock in her mouth. She wanted so badly to taste him erupt from her manipulations, to feel his grip tighten on her hair as she massaged him with her tongue. She fought with herself knowing there was an even greater pleasure she sought, because she longed to see his face as he came for her this time.

She slid him slowly from her mouth, licking her lips, and began kissing her way up his chest, gently stroking her fingers over his twitching member. She had to pause for a moment to lick and gently nibble his nipples, having always wondered how those sensitive buds would feel between her teeth, before continuing up to kiss and bite at his neck. She pushed his pants down away from his hips, where they nimbly hung as she pleasured him, and coaxed him to sit.

As he sat back on the couch, she kneeled before him and pulled a square foil package from her bra, she knew he wouldn't have it, and she didn't want things to stop this time. She looked at him questioning her next move. He reached out and brushed her cheek with his thumb, it was all the assurance she needed.

She tore the package open, took him into her mouth wetting him with her tongue and lips, her heart quickening, before gently rolling the thin material down over his shaft. Her heart was beating a thousand times a minute now, because she knew the time had finally come. All those times alone in her bed imagining how he would feel, finally becoming a reality. She stood again, slid her underwear down her legs, stepping carefully out of them, and lifted the hem of her skirt around her thighs. She climbed slowly onto the couch, straddling his hips.

Now, hovering above him, she could feel the heat radiating from his hard cock, nestled against her slick wet lips. She lifted ever so slightly and kissed him hard, as she reached between them to guide him. The feeling of his thick head sliding against the folds of her pussy made her shiver uncontrollably and her body twitched, seeking to pull him deep within her.

She broke their kiss and stared into his eyes as she gently began to lower herself onto him. Just as she felt the glorious pressure of his body trying to spread its way into hers, she felt his strong hands grip the flesh under her buttocks holding her effectively still. He had stopped her!

It took everything she had not to scream out at him in frustration, her body was aching for him, and he stopped her!

It was his turn for the wicked smile now, she saw the corners of his mouth begin to turn upward lecherously and at the same moment she felt the agonizingly sweet force of his tip sliding slightly further into her wanting pussy. She exhaled heavily, and her eyes grew wide at the feel of him pressing into her.

Just at the moment she thought his head would finally slide completely into her, she felt him pull back again, and before she could even properly argue, he was back pressing forward again. He continued to tease her like this for what felt like an eternity. She was so wound up she was clenching her fingers deep into his shoulders panting wildly half forcing herself against his strong arms to try and overpower his control on her.

Lightning fired behind her eyes at the moment he let her win, she was so wet from his torturous play, her body gave over to his easily and she felt the instant fullness of him buried deep inside her. A half moan, half yelp escaped her lips, and she pressed herself harder into him.

He felt so amazing, she had wanted this for so long, and nothing had ever felt so perfect. That was until he grabbed her hips and began slowly rocking her toward his body then easing her back onto his hard cock again, spreading her with each gentle thrust. He felt like ecstasy, she could barely remember to breathe.

She kissed him again and again, as she rocked her pelvis over his hips, grinding his cock deep inside her, feeling him touch everywhere at once. She reached back unfastening her bra and felt the shock of cold air against her already straining nipples. She felt the flesh of her breasts prickling at the exposure and pulled him desperately forward to her, praying he would take her flesh into his mouth.

As his tongue grazed the soft skin under her breast she felt her body contract around him and another flood of wetness rush around him as he was grinding inside her. She arched her back upward to him beckoning him to suck and bite her erect nipples. He willingly obliged, the feel of his teeth grazing her nipples drove her wild.

His passionate strokes were taking her on a roller coaster of sensations and she began to work her body harder and faster over his hard cock, she was moaning deeply as she started lifting herself almost completely free of him and forcefully taking all of him back in deep, demanding hard strokes. He began meeting her midway as she came down, she felt herself shaking all over and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps.

He was everything she dreamed. She felt the moment she had been obsessing over since their first touch approaching, as he amazingly swelled thicker inside her, his strokes becoming shorter, deeper more urgent. 

She was lost in the pleasure now, breathlessly whispering to him over and over to fuck her; harder, deeper, just please, please, please. She felt his cock twitching violently, as he looked intently into her eyes, and exploded deep inside her. She continued rocking her hips on him more gently now as his orgasm reseeded.

She kissed him softly all over his face and lips pulling him closer to her, and wrapping her arms to cradle his head to her chest, as her breathing slowly subsided.

She whispered lovingly to him and drank in the moment she would never forget.

He is her Adonis, and she would worship him devoutly, always.



Worshiping Amy



"You're late." The steely tone in Amy's voice let Graham know he was in trouble, that was her "Don't-mess-with-me" voice.

"I'm sorry, traffic was murder."

Amy Welles didn't like people being late, it was one of her Pet Peeves. Graham knew full well it was a flimsy excuse and Amy would call him on it.

"Your wife managed to be on time." she said derisively.

"Ashley's here already?" That was one of Ashley's strengths, she was punctual to a fault. She and Graham balanced each other out, they were a good team. He was practical, managed finances well and was a good provider. His young wife was a blithe spirit, sexually adventurous and kept a lovely home. She was also a wonderful hostess and a social butterfly, he had many new friends because of Ashley's warm, nurturing personality. 

Amy nodded, fixing her gaze on him again. "Did you bring it?"

"Of course." He held out the box, Amy opened it and smiled – when pleased, she had a warm, inviting smile. If displeased, she had a look that could freeze water, thankfully, Graham and Ashley rarely saw that look. Amy took his hand and escorted the successful Stock Broker up the Spiral Staircase that led to her spacious bedroom. He had done well and now he would be rewarded.

Graham remembered every small detail of his and Ashley's first sexual encounter with the stunning, auburn-haired model. He and his 15-years younger wife had been at a lingerie fashion show when Amy had strode out, in a burgundy bra and French-cut panty set, with a black peignoir overtop that. The way she moved, this way and that, she twirled and whirled, all of Amy simply demanded your attention. The most attention grabbing feature of Amy were those legs of hers – they were magnificent, long, shapely, tapering into a beautiful set of calves. They were encased in black silk stockings and stiletto heels with the silver tip, the kind Graham always liked. Ashley nudged him, angrily. "Hey, that's my little  sister  you're panting over, bub!"

The most unusual part of that evening was it seemed that Ashley was as enraptured with her model-sibling as Graham was. Ashley didn't take her eyes off Amy for the entire evening, whenever her sister strode onto the runway, Ashley's eyes followed her every move. Graham saw in his adorable blonde wife's eyes a predatory hunger he had never seen before. Oh, Ashley projected the appearance of a sweet, young innocent, but Graham knew intimately the pretty 22-year old could fuck a man dry. Ashley's eyes were on the catwalk for the entire time Amy was on it, almost forgetting her husband was by her side.

Tentatively, the couple approached Amy after the show, congratulating her on how successful she'd been. She didn't seem at all surprised to see them there. She wasn't.

The 19-year old strawberry blonde had been noticing her sister and her then-boyfriend for quite some time. She found Graham desirable and wondered what her sister's intention towards the older man might be. She was ecstatic when Ashley announced their engagement, now he would be around more frequently. Amy wondered what Graham was like in the sack? Was he satisfying her beautiful sister sexually? She had to know. It became almost an obsession with the younger girl.

To find out, Amy did exactly what she thought best, located her sister's diary and read everything she could. Amy was amazed to find out her sister was kinky, having all sorts of lewd fantasies about Graham, watching him fuck other women, sometimes even joining in, sometimes having sex with the women herself. Amy, being no novice in the ways of girl-on-girl play, began to formulate a plan to make her sister and fiance into her sexual playthings. She recognized their type easily – they were "sexual adventurers", eager to try anything and experience whatever they could. Obviously, it ran in the family – Amy herself had a hedonistic nature. Shortly after Graham and Ashley were married, she sent them an anonymous invitation to one of the fashion shows she knew she'd be appearing in. The couple were newlyweds and still in that "playful" stage, so Amy knew it was now or never. The wheels were turning as Amy put her plan of seduction into motion.

After the show ended, Amy happily accepted their offer to take her out for a drink. Over a few drinks, the strawberry-haired beauty talked about her life, taking her sister's hand affectionately, stroking Graham's arm, seemingly hanging on their every word. She smiled at both of them and her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke.

"Let's be honest, okay. You want to fuck me, don't you?" Amy looked directly at Ashley this time.

Graham nodded sheepishly, but Ashley reacted in horror. "Don't be ridiculous, you're my  sister !"

"Yeah, a sister you couldn't take your eyes off of or stop drooling over the entire time I was on the catwalk. Cut the crap, sis. You want me. I bet if I touched you right now, you'd be soaking wet. You want to feast on my pussy  slut , and I want you to. Does that turn you on?"

Ashley bit her bottom lip and nodded silently. Ashley grinned. She  had  them!

"Okay, you're both very attractive, I'm sure we all could –  possibly  - get into that. But there are some rules, capeesh?" A taunting smile crossed her lips, it seemed both sensual and fear-inspiring at the same time.

Graham looked over at his young wife, Ashley's nipples were pointy and aroused beneath her blue-silk blouse. He nodded, knowing they'd likely accede to any demands Amy made. Her terms were simple. Amy was to call the shots – 100% of the time. It was Amy who decided when  she'd  make time for  them  – "I have other lovers besides you two, of course!" she sniffed. It was also made clear that gifts were not only encouraged, they were expected. Amy was no prostitute, she was an object of desire, a Goddess, and fully expected to be treated as one. Being well-to-do, Graham had no problem with this. Both agreed with Amy's "requests".

Amy took the horny newlyweds back to her apartment, she had lived on her own since she was 17. Amy had found her parent's rules stifling to her passionate nature, her modeling jobs easily supported her lifestyle. Amy knew it was time to give her sister and brother what they desired most – her body, in the kinkiest ways possible. She commanded Ashley to have her first taste of pussy, at which her older sister first balked. Amy was having none of it, pushing her sister's face into her cunt. Once the young blonde got started, she was practically insatiable. She munched and chewed with abandon, Amy's knees nearly gave out as her sister feasted on her quim.

Amy then commanded Graham fuck her Doggie-style, Ashley was forbidden to participate, only watch and pleasure herself. Graham fucked her with skill and precision, she could now see why her sister found the much-older man so appealing. She came so hard, she practically soaked the sheets. Glancing over at her sister, still nearly fully-dressed, she smiled that smile again. "Get naked, slut!" she growled. "And be quick about it, I don't like to be kept waiting!" 

Ashley was startled by her sister's commands, even moreso by her reaction. She stripped quickly and joined the duo on the bed.

Amy took Griffin's cock in her mouth, then insisted that Ashley eat her cunt. Amy had 3 climaxes while Ashley ate her out, her older sister seemed to have an innate talent for cunnilingus. Graham steeled himself, he fucked the two women simultaneously. It was a night of incredible passion and lust.

Ashley and Graham were soon to learn that Amy was a highly demanding lover. This, in turn, made Graham and Ashley into even better lovers when it was just the two of them together. Days after a session with her sister and husband, adorable blonde Ashley was wild, crazed with passion, even kinky. Her clothing reflected the change, she had leather minis, PVC boots, barely-there bras and only wore thongs – if she wore panties at all. Her behavior reflected her new lusts as well. Just last week, Ashley'd come to Graham's brokerage firm and given him a blow-job under the desk while he was holding a meeting. Ashley sucked him dry and giggled, doing her level-best not to be discovered. She teased Graham constantly that he should bring his cute Asian secretary, Lily, home so that they could fuck her – Ashley wanted to put on a strap-on and screw the girl silly.

Graham's mind now drifted back to the present, his eyes never left Amy's bare legs, sleek and sexy under the short robe she was wearing. It was also apparent that she was naked underneath. Graham knew she preferred nudity around her apartment, as well as during their sessions. Amy walked into the bedroom, Ashley was waiting for them both on the bed, already naked. Graham had often thought how hot it would be if Amy would come live with Ashley and him, but he knew Amy treasured her freedom. Graham noticed that Ashley already looked a mite rumpled.

"We started without you" Aimee said haughtily as she leaned over, her tongue mingling with her sweet blonde sister's. Graham undressed as fast as he could, joining the two women on Amy's plush four-poster bed. 

"I don't appreciate it when you're late" Amy pouted. "I need you to fuck me, I missed it."

Graham and Ashley always enjoyed it when Amy let down her guard and admitted she enjoyed their trysts as much as they did. Getting up from the bed, she opened the box Graham had brought with him. A pleased smile crossed Amy's face, she purred "Nice, very nice, Graham lover. Thank you too, sis." She reached out and tweaked one of Ashley's pink nipples.

Amy's sister and brother had made a trek to "Decadence" and purchased their lover a new pair of Rose-Patterned black silk stockings, a black bustier, tiny black thong and a new pair of stilettos. Amy could feel their lusty eyes on her as she re-dressed herself. It was part of the "ritual", one they all enjoyed. At times, they had serviced her while she dressed for a date, bathing her, shaving her legs and pussy and heating her up before she went out to fuck another man – or woman, Amy was not choosy. Amy then would give an imperious command they were  not  to be there when she returned or consequences would be severe. Once, Ashley had dared to disobey and hid in the closet. When Ashley discovered her, she was fuming. She called Graham to pick up his wife, then screwed him three times, forcing Ashley to sit there and watch. Doing nothing. There had  not  been a further infraction of the rules.

"All right Graham, get your ass over here!" Aimee commanded. 

Graham got off the bed, his sandy-hair askew, his lean body already hot and flush with excitement. Amy noted that for a man in his 40's, her brother had kept himself in wonderful condition. She stood over him, long legs spread wide apart, the light from the window catching the silver tips of the stilettos. "Do it!"

Graham's lips began at the tips of her stiletto shoes, up to her ankles, kissing upwards. Calves, legs and instep, her thighs – oh, those silky-soft thighs – his fingers trailed over the silk stockings, he could feel Amy shudder slightly – and he continued to kiss, just graze over her, smelling the subtle aroma of Amy's arousal. He couldn't see his wife, but he knew Ashley was playing with her pussy on the bed. It aroused her to no end to watch her "daddy" bang the hell out of her sister. His sexual maturity was just one the elements that had attracted her to Graham.

Graham took his time as his leggy sister squatted over his face, his hands still caressing her thighs as he licked her neatly-trimmed cunt. She told them once that she loved having her lovers trim or shave her – and it seemed to make  them  happy as well. Graham swabbed at her pussy with his knowing tongue, Amy ground it against him while she enjoyed her first climax. She stood up slowly, moving about with a small twirl, like the model she was. Now, it was  Ashley's  turn.

Ashley lay on the bed, her own sexy legs in white stockings and matching white stilettos - an uncharacteristically romantic gift from Amy on her birthday. She looked up at her younger sister with soft, loving eyes. "We adore you so much Amy, you're so .... "

"I know what I am!" Amy grinned as she crushed her lips to the petite blonde's. Ashley let out a perfunctory whimper as her lesbian lover / sister inserted her tongue between her lips and slid it inside her mouth. After their first encounter, the taboo of having lesbian sex – with her own  sister  – did not bother Ashley, indeed, she gave it no further thought. Amy had drawn them both into her web of lust and they had been willing victims. Ashley and Amy felt Griffin's weight as he joined them on the bed.

The lesbian-loving sisters moved into an easy "69" which never failed to excite the horny husband. Mere months ago, his wife had been a novice at the lesbian arts. Now, watching the contortions Amy's face made as Ashley sucked her off, he knew she was truly adept at pleasuring another girl. He had thought at times of bringing home another woman, wondering if Ashley would go for that? She had teased him from time-to-time about bringing Lily home, but would she really do it?

"Fucking Christ, you lezzie slut, eat me, eat me, you lezzie cunt-loving queer!" Amy growled as she felt Ashley's hands caress her stocking-clad legs. No matter what they were doing, in whatever position they were fucking in, it was Amy's long, slender limbs that continued to mesmerize both Graham and his young bride.

"Enough – ENOUGH!" Amy barked, moving off the bed. They both knew the young hottie wasn't done yet. She moved to a chair in the corner of the room and draped herself across it, kicking one stiletto off slightly, dangling it from her foot. "Come and get it!" she teased.

Ashley, on her hands and knees, crawled over to the chair and began licking the tip of the stiletto, then stroking Amy's foot and up and down her silk-clad legs. While this was going on, Graham moved into a slightly-uncomfortable position so that Amy could blow him. Amy would never have admitted it to her kinky family-lovers, but she loved giving Graham head. He had one of the nicest, thickest cocks that had ever been between her soft lips. As a matter of fact, her sister Ashley was as sweet, yummy and delectable as any of her model friends. However, Amy was aware that she had to keep them at bay – it was one of the elements of their game. Nonetheless, these naughty people and the fuckings, suckings and kinky play were some of the things that got her through the week.

"You're such a kinky little bitch Ash!" Amy sighed as the blonde pixie licked her and nibbled at her thighs, then clit, then pussy. She knew the chair was getting soaked from her juices, she'd have one of her lovers pay to have it cleaned. Amy thought with pride that Ashley never failed to wring at least three orgasms from her trembling body, while Graham's wonderful cock was good for at least another two. The man sure had stamina.

Ashley moved away, eyes imploring, and Amy nodded her consent. Ashley positioned herself as close to Amy as she could get and Amy lapped eagerly at her sister's tiny, blonde cunt. "Ooooohhh, yes baby, eat it, fucking EAT IT" were the words that came from Ashley's lips, while Graham set about replacing her between Amy's slender limbs. The trio never rushed their times together, Amy had one session with them that lasted an entire weekend and into Monday. Theirs was slow, unhurried play, designed for maximum pleasure.

"Okay, enough of all this foreplay – for now!" Amy said with a hungry snarl. "Amy's hot little puss needs some hard cock, let's get fucking!"

The trio hopped back on the bed and Amy spread her sleek legs wide apart, baring her cute strawberry muff to their admiring gaze. Amy wrapped her legs around Graham's neck as he shoved his cock deep within her depths. He knew just where to move, to stroke, to hit her G-Spot. Ashley's nimble little tongue was licking Amy's Cotton Candy nipples, turning them into hard little pegs. Graham looked over at Ashley, blowing his wife a kiss, which she returned. Ashley thought her husband never looked sexier than when he was screwing their adored Amy.

Funny how they'd come to think of her that way. Both of them knew her sister had many other lovers, but they were a bit possessive of her regardless. Amy didn't have as many lovers as she allowed them to think she did – these two were the pinnacle of her sex-partners, but she wasn't telling  them  that. Amy had indicated she cared about them and enjoyed their times together, at times, out of the blue, Amy would even call Ashley and invite her to lunch. Naughty, illicit lunches that often ended in the bedroom, the shower or the sauna. This was a secret between the sisters. Graham didn't know that at each of those lunches, Ashley was eating more pussy than she could have ever imagined, more recently she had been enjoying the favors of Amy's long-legged, kinky, insatiable model friends. Amy never failed to get off on seeing how pussy-crazed her little fucktoy-sister had become, it excited her to no end.

Graham loved seeing "his girls" happy and he saw Amy's head tilt back, her eyes closed, her face quivered, her lips parted as she screamed out her orgasm. Ashley followed suit, but knowing how Amy preferred things, Graham held off until the women could grab his cock and share his cum between them in sloppy, wet, cummy kisses.

It was going to be Ashley's turn for some fucking next, but there was no rush. Amy got some wine and poured each of them a drink, then the two lovelies put on a fashion show for their man, stockings, panties and stilettos being the highlight. They teased him and kissed and nibbled at each other while Graham regained his strength. He would be expected to fuck Amy at least two more times this evening, but Graham knew that she had forgiven his being late. Just to hedge his bets, he'd buy her some more lacy underwear, perhaps another pair of stilettos AND those thigh-high "Fuck Me Boots" she'd been craving. Yes, it was bribery, but what of it?

There was no question about it – Amy's approval was worth any expense.



Worshiping Your Body



I push you onto the couch and straddle you, gently kissing your lips and cupping your face. I deepen the kisses and run my hands through your hair as you grab my waist and pull me tighter against you. I slide one hand under your shirt and start kissing your neck as you run both hands through my hair before pulling my lips back to yours. You bite my lip and I moan in surprise and pleasure. I lean back for a second and you gasp softly in disappointment, which becomes surprise as I pull your shirt off. Your hands play in my hair again as I kiss your neck down to your cleavage. You moan softly in anticipation as my hand reaches around to unhook your bra and in one smooth move I lay you flat along the couch and remove your bra, leaving you defenseless against my lips on your chest.

Pausing for a second just to admire your body, I then strip my own shirt off and lean back down to kiss you. I enjoy the sensation of my chest on yours for a bit before slowly kissing down your jaw, then lightly biting your throat then kissing the same spot. I move to your shoulder, then your chest, then I lazily kiss my way into your cleavage. Your hands try to pull my head to one side or the other for release, and I instead sit up to tease you further. I lightly trace my fingertips over your stomach and up and down your cleavage, light ticklish traces that only turn you on further. You beg me with your eyes and I relent, gently tracing then cupping your supple breasts. I lightly rub each nipple til it hardens, then reward it with a sucking kiss. Your head goes back in pleasure, and I take the opportunity to kiss your neck and squeeze both breasts. You jolt in surprise and wrap your legs around my waist, able to feel my arousal through your thin sweatpants.

I spend more time worshiping each nipple with hand and tongue before sliding my hand into your pants. Your breath comes in gasps and moans as I pull your pants off and lightly trace your panties. Despite my best efforts you get your hand down my pants and begin stroking me as well. I kiss you furiously, pushing my hips against yours. I slide your panties to the side and begin rubbing and finger fucking you. Your breath catches and you pull me close and beg me for release. I wink and immediately stop, leaving you begging for more. I kneel between your legs and kiss each thigh, slowly getting closer to your panties and your desperate wet pussy.

I kiss each thigh, getting ever closer to your pussy. You arch your hips and wrap your hands in my hair, needing my lips. I give your clit a gentle kiss, then lightly trace it with my tongue. I suck it, then flick it. I circle your clit with the tip of my tongue then kiss your pussy lips and slide my tongue between them. A low moan escapes your lips as I tongue fuck you then return to your clit. After several minutes of clit worship you tug insistently at my head, pulling my lips slowly back up your hips, trailing kisses across your stomach and both nipples, and finally I kiss your lips. You desperately grab and stroke my cock and position it between your legs, sliding the tip into your needy pussy.

I slowly slide my cock into you, gasping as your warm pussy envelops my entire length. I pause and let you adjust to my full size within you before slowly starting to thrust in and out. Your hands go in my hair pulling me down for desperate frantic kisses and you buck and arch your hips, needing release, but I maintain my slow and steady pace building up the pleasure within you.

Your kisses get faster and your hands go to my hips to pull me along faster and faster. I start to speed up, and your breath becomes ragged with pleasure as electricity shoots through you. You gasp and arch your hips right as I thrust and we both moan as I get even deeper into your glorious pussy. You slide down under me angling your hips to give me full access to your depths and your hands claw and grab at my back as I fuck you deeply. Your tits bounce and you hold them and play with your nipples as I speed up my thrusts and bite your neck. You moan again and wrap your legs higher around my back til I'm buried completely within you. We thrust against each other, lost in the pleasure of the moment, until finally a dam breaks within you. With a shuddering gasping yell your body starts to quake and shiver. I feel you start to cum and as your pussy pulses and contracts around my cock the noises of your pleasure send me over the edge and I quickly join you in cumming. I thrust as long as I can, prolonging our pleasure, til finally I have spent my load in you and we both collapse. I lay beside you, panting from exertion, and kiss you lightly and draw you in my arms as we both rest for a while before the next round.