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Serve

By: bookslut3



I glance at the clock as I take the chicken out of the oven. Only an hour left until your arrival. I have been cleaning my small, yet comfortable apartment all day. I glance around as I turn the chicken breasts over and wonder if I have missed something you might disapprove of. 

I put the chicken back in the oven, and stir the pasta. I walk around the living room, confirming that my CDs and DVDs are in complete alphabetical order. The blanket thrown over the back of the couch is neat and straight, the pillows perfect leaning against both the back and arms of the couch. The remote to the TV and stereo system were on the coffee table, which also had one candle lit in the center. There were votive candles on the entertainment center and window sills of the same scent. The table had two taper candles, unscented, waiting to be lit. 

You said I had not needed to worry about the condition of my bedroom, as this was a first meeting. Well, the first face to face meeting. My mind drifts back to the first meeting, the things that were done, things I let you do to me, all without seeing your face. My body starts to respond to the thoughts so I have to stop thinking about that night, about what might occur tonight. I tend to my bedroom anyways, picking up the random clothes that are littering the floor, and smoothing the black and white down comforter.

I look at the clock, and realize there's only a half hour left. I run to the kitchen and take the pasta off the stove and toss it from the pan into the waiting strainer. As I take the strainer in my hand to shake it, I notice my hands are shaking. I sigh and take a deep breath. I don't know why I am so nervous. I shake the feeling off as I take the chicken out of the oven and set it upon the stove. 

I take the plates from the table; place a chicken breast on each, along with some pasta. I place both back on the table, along with the sauce, as I don't know how much, if any, sauce you like. With that done, I light the candles on the table, and take my position. 

You will only knock on the door once when you arrive. Then you will walk in and I must be ready. 

I unlock the door, take one last glance around the open room and smile. I think everything is as perfect as it could be. I get into the position you had specified to me in an earlier conversation. 

I hear you knock, and my heart starts to pound so loud I am sure You can hear it. Part of me wants to get up and slam the door shut but it's to late. 

You close the door behind you and stand above me. I so desperately want to look at you, into your eyes but I can't. I feel your eyes roam over my body, Looking at the quiver in my legs from kneeling, my hands clasped together, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. 

You say nothing, but touch me on the shoulder, which is the cue to rise, and lead you to the table. I am still not allowed to look at you, not until you say so. You sit down and you ask for some sauce for your pasta. I take the ladle and pour some on your plate until you let me know when I have poured enough. I proceed to ask you if you need anything else, and the answer is silence. 

I begin to worry, thinking I have overlooked something. You finally tell me to sit, and enjoy the meal. The conversation over the meal is like that of a first date. You compliment me on the dinner, and the choice of the chilled chardonnay I have chosen.  

Although we have talked many times before you ask me questions about myself, nothing sexual. Just things like what my ideal job would be, if I had any siblings, things like that. I eat little as I am nervous, and ask if you want seconds when done. You simply reply no, and I clear the plates away. I refill your wine glass without being asked, and continue to clean off the table. 

I go to the sink, to rinse off all the dishes. I ask you how work was that day, and my response is feeling you press against me. You push me against the sink, biting into my neck. I drop the plate and the cloth, and grab the edges of the counter. 

One hand of yours is on my waist, pulling me close to you, the other has wrapped itself in my hair. The hand on my waist snakes it way up and under my green and white shirt, I sigh as I feel your skin against mine. I put an arm back around your neck to keep me steady, and you let go of my hair. 

Your hand pulls down the cups of my bra and you pinch tight as you find my nipples. The hand that was pulling my hair makes its way down to my waist and pulls my skirt up. I hear a breathy "good girl" as you take in that I have obeyed, and forgone any panties. 

You run your hand over my smooth, soft, freshly shaven skin and moan into my ear. You stroke my lips, and now it's my turn to moan as you slip a finger in between them and run it up and down the already wet, soft flesh. You find my spot, my button, and you pinch and rub as you play with my nipple and kiss my neck. 

I don't know how long we have stood there like this, as my moans get louder, your actions become faster. I tell you I'm close, and you pull away. I whimper at the loss of your touch, but say nothing. You tell me to hurry up and finish so you can enjoy my company some more. 

I quickly finish and leave the kitchen to find you sitting on my couch, sipping on your champagne, watching what appears to be Scrubs. I hesitate for a moment, and then sit at your feet. I feel your eyes on me, and I look up slightly, but enough where I am looking at you. 

Your hand comes down to my head and strokes my hair for a minute. I can't even describe the feeling of sitting on the floor besides you in my own place. You order me on my knees, and I do so. When I look, I realize your legs are spread apart and I put myself between them. You settle back and watch TV. I am unsure if I am supposed to remain like this or not, but something tells me I am not to. I bend down and kiss your hard cock through the pants. 

I unbuckle the belt and undo the pants, just enough so I can pull your hardness out. I quickly take in its beauty and then I lick the head, like I would a lollipop, and then start to take you in my mouth. First just the head and then inch by inch I take more of you in with each downward struck of my mouth. When I finally have you all in, I stay there for as long as I can, then pull up. I take all of you in again and this time your hand goes to the back of my head, holding me there until im gagging. You release me, and I start to suck you hard and fast. You keep your hand softly on my head, grabbing at my hair as I pleasure you. 

You pull me off of you and take your cock in your hand, stroking it. I sit back on my legs and bend my head and take your balls into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, sucking gently. I hear you moan out after a few minutes and I pull away and push your hand away from your cock and take you back into my mouth. After a few strokes with my mouth you pull off of you again, this time pulling me up as well. You stand with me, and bring me to the arm of the couch and bend me over it. 

I feel a hand on my ass, rubbing. You tell me to spread my cheeks for you and I do. A finger goes to my wet hole, and then into my little rosebud. Your finger roughly enters me and I gasp out in pleasure/pain. You pull out after a few strokes, and I feel something cold, and wet hit me. I realize that its lubrication and gasp out when your head makes its why in between my cheeks and you tell me to spread them wider. I do, and gasp as I feel you start to push your way in. 

I cry out, and the tears start to pour from my eyes. You force the head in and then a little more and start to slowly stroke until all of you is in me. 

You pull my long hair back as I begin to match you thrust for thrust. This goes on for a few minutes, until I think you are about to cum, and then you pull out, and without pause, you plunge yourself deep into my wet tight pussy. You hear me scream out as you fuck me fast and hard. Your hand finds a nipple and squeezes hard. I thrust back into you, making you go deeper into me. 

The hand that found my nipple works its way down to my clit, and squeezes hard. My cunt muscles tightened around your cock, squeezing it, vice like. 

You release my clit, and bring your hand to my hips, grabbing me tight. Your other hand is still wrapped in my hair and you pull me up hard. I am now leaning against you and you bite my neck again as you fill me with cum. 

When all you have is in me, you release me, and around to where my face lays. You push your cock against my lips and I open, cleaning the juices off of your softening cock. You then pull away from me, redo your pants and belt and walk out. The last thing I remember you saying is 'I can't wait for next time, cunt'.

Serve your Lord Abraxas



You called me your God.

And I let you cum.

My faithful whore, I let you cum.

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Served



I walked in the room and there she was kneeling on a pillow. Her hair was in a ponytail and her head was bowed. Not a stitch of clothing except her collar and it's leash draped over her shoulders. Her hands were on her thighs, which were slightly parted. Quite a nice sight to see after work. I set my stuff down and walked over to her.

"Evening." She didn't say anything, just knelt there as I circled her. I reached down and brushed her hair, then shoulders with my fingertips. Liking the sensation as they glided over her. I reached down and picked up the leash.

"Don't think we'll need that for what you think, pet." Saying that, I held the metal clasp and let the leather loop fall. I slowly brought it forward until it brushed her ass and I slowly trailed it upward. I could see goosebumps forming where I touched, and I heard her start to take deep breaths. 

"Enjoying?"

"Yes, sir."

I trailed the leash up to her neck, then over a shoulder, then down her front. The trail of goosebumps grew, and I could see her nipples getting hard from the sensation. I draped the loop over one of her breasts and lightly tugged upward on it. She inhaled sharply, and I grinned. Leaning down I kissed the top of her head, and reached down to lightly pinch her nipple. She gasped a little.

I let go of the leash and walked around her. Leaning down and grasping her chin, I lifted her head. As her eyes met mine, I winked at her, then leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back, both of us responding to each other. I stood up and grabbed her by her ponytail. 

"Up we go!" I pulled her up to her feet and stood her in front of me, facing the mirror. I held her head still by her hair and leaned forward to kiss her neck. I nibbled on her neck and shoulders for a little while, allowing her to see. I sneaked a look and saw her eyes fixed on mine. Her chest was rising and falling as her breath quickened. I picked the leash back up and pulled it off of her. Grabbing her arms, I pulled them behind her and tied them from the elbows to her wrists with it. She looked so good standing there with her back arched. She broke concentration for a second and moaned.

"Oh, you like that, huh?"

"Yes, sir, I do." I lightly smacked her ass, making her jump and getting another moan from her. At that, I grabbed her by her ponytail again and pulled her over to the table, bending her over it. Running my hand over her ass, I let the other one fall, Smack! Her body jumped again. Smacking her ass rhythmically, my other hand went between her legs. She was very wet. She started moaning as I caressed her, and tried to back up onto my hand for more pressure. 

"Oh, you want more, do you?" 

"Yes, Please! Please," she pleaded. I slipped a finger inside her and found that spot she liked so much behind her clit. I put a little pressure on it, holding her there by it. Her body tensed and relaxed as she enjoyed my rubbing. I could feel her get a little wetter.

With my free hand, I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Her body pushed back as she heard my zipper. I replaced my finger with the head of my cock, and pushed it barely inside her. She moaned and arched her back, trying to push back onto me, trying to get more of me in her.

"Not yet!" She moaned a little as I started to slowly fill her, teasing her by going slow. All the way in, then all the way out, prolonging the wait, enjoying every second. Enjoying her moans and little cries as I hit a few of the spots she liked so much. She started trying to push back on me again, so I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes met mine in the mirror.

"No," I said to her as I held still. "Do you want me to stop?" She shook her head as much as she could.

"Good girl."

Still holding her like that, allowing her to watch my face, I resumed my slow pace. I could see her pleasure, her excitement, and her frustration cross her face. Without warning, I pulled her back onto me by her hair, my other hand grabbing her bound arms. Getting purchase, I began to thrust harder and faster, filling her up completely with every thrust. She immediately began moaning as her hips were pushed into the table. My hips ramming into her thighs from behind, rocking each other and the table. Both of us gasping in pleasure as I fucked her hard. Taking my pleasure as she enjoyed giving it, satisfying each other. Our eyes met in the mirror again, enjoying each other's expressions. 

"Do you want to?" She knew what I meant.

"Please let me, sir! Please! I'm so close..Just say so, PLEASE!!"

I pulled her back onto me filling her up, and holding her there. I leaned forward and put my mouth next to her ear. I bit the lobe lightly and whispered, "Now." 

Pushing her back down on the table I started thrusting hard again as her body shook. She screamed and I almost did as I felt her orgasm ripple through her, squeezing me. That was what drove me over the edge, the scream and feeling her convulse under me. I slammed into her again, cumming deep inside her, and i felt her body cum again. Both of us moaning loudly and yelling from the intensity. 

Not able to stand myself, I fell, pulling her with me, and we collapsed on the floor, giggling at how clumsy we had become. I undid the leash, and we lay there for a while.



Served Cold



Hands played lightly over her red silk dress. Through the lace of her bra and the smooth fabric of the dress her nipples pressed forward. For the first time in what seemed like ages warmth blossomed deep in her loins. She lifted her arms to tousle and hold her styled hair inviting him, daring him, to go further. Under the strobing lights and pulsing rhythm of the music their hips ground together. She kept herself slightly ahead of his tempo, shifting back and forth a moment before he did, in order to press against him and antagonize the bulge she felt growing beneath his tight pants.

Hands pressed more firmly against the sides of her breasts as he seemed to luxuriate in the expensive material. On the next brush past she felt the bulge pulse slightly in anticipation. He was obviously enjoying himself and probably hoping to get some if he played this right. Little did he know it had been preordained. She had spotted him standing against the wall in the corner, nursing a soda (of all things) and selected him. As expected he took some convincing onto the crowded dance floor. Much to her surprise he had fair moves, tentative to be sure, almost painfully shy, but that only boded well for things to come. If he made love the same as he danced, this was going to be one hell of a night to remember. The passion and desire had been evident from the first, but his pace had been slow, designed to make sure she had every opportunity to enjoy the path.

She felt a stab of unexpected delight. A brief spark flared between her hips as his hands rolled firmly under her supple breasts before gliding upwards. She shivered as she felt a hint of moisture escape her. Her breath caught slightly at her first realization that he was willing to take small liberties amidst the other patrons. She knew she'd gauged him correctly, he would wait until privacy, but the simple thought of him taking her in such conditions transformed that hint into a slow trickle. The spark in her core ignited a full blown heat.

She spun suddenly, realizing she wouldn't last with all of those compounding sensations. As she moved he leaned in and their lips met. She froze as their eyes met and mouths pressed. Fire poured from his mouth and spilled down through her, filling her core with molten lust. Locked together, eyes, mouths and hips, time froze as her mind reeled in sensations unfelt in years. Then the spell was broken as neighboring dancers bumped into them.

Her breath shallow she held his eyes with hers. "Come with me?" Breast ablaze with confusion and need, her carefully prepared excuses and ploys deserted her. She couldn't cajole or insist, merely beg. His eyes wide with wonder he nodded. She grabbed his hand and ran for the edge of the floor, deftly sliding past and between couples and singles dancing to the music. The beat pounded, driving itself straight between her thighs. By the time they had claimed their jackets and reached the door the atmosphere was palpable, pressing against her groin, demanding that she feed the beast raging within.

The door opened and the cool spring air hit her like a freight train after the press of bodies. It waged war against the intensity of desire pounding from her breast to her loins. Slowly her breath began to even and the inferno subside. Then his hand landed on her shoulder. An electric touch, as he guided her to his car, rekindled the heat providing it strength to beat back the heavy air. She barely noticed the car as he handed her into the passenger seat. It was soft. The engine sprang to life and she realized he was already driving. He asked where she wanted to go and she replied she had no place to stay tonight. A half truth but it was the only ploy her dream fogged brain could catch. He drove them to his apartment. The entire time his hand traced small, safe, circles on her thigh. Each pass sending a slight jolt up her leg, a pilot light keeping her need banked but alive. Each block they passed a pressure pushed harder outward against her hips.

He parked the car in a garage and led her in. His hand wrapped around her waist to settle on her hip, holding her close. Warmth poured from his crotch, enveloping her. She had planned for this night, but the strength of her own feelings surprised her. It was a presence all its own, foreign after so many years. As the elevator rose she leaned against him for support, unwilling to flee the energy that contact sent racing along her spine. His hands slid around her to lock at her waist. For a brief instant she felt his stiffness press against her before he deftly shifted her to rest against his thigh. The floors passed too quickly, she wanted to maintain this gentle, nurturing, and protective pose forever.

He unlocked the door and let her enter. He scurried past her to scoop up some trash, likely the remains of his dinner, and clothes before turning to her. He gave her the short tour; kitchen, bathroom, living room, master bedroom and guest room. She could stay in the final room as long as she needed. She had no intention of ever stepping foot in there but thanked him anyway.

He began nervously for the kitchen offering her coffee or a drink but she grabbed his hand as he tried to slip past. Momentum rebounded and took him, surprised, into her. Her arms wrapped around his powerful body, pinning his arms. She savored the heat flowing from his body into her. Her skin crawled pleasantly when she felt him grow, likely in response to her breasts pressing against his chest and the view her upturned head afforded him. She stared into those precious eyes, so full of wonder, and smiled. An arm snaked up to grasp the back of his head and she drew him into another kiss.

She relished the mixed sensations flowing through her; the cool intensity of his passion, the inferno of her need, the electric spark of novelty and desire. At some undefinable point his hands shifted, one sliding to the small of her back while the other reached to caress her hair. Slowly, tentatively, the kiss broke. She couldn't breath. Most, or perhaps least, surprisingly she discovered her hips pressing forward against him. The bulge, nearly at her stomach due to the height difference, pulsed beneath the fabric in response. He stammered, suggesting the couch and some TV. Breathlessly she agreed.

He sat with one hand on the arm of the couch and the other resting across the back. She kicked off her shoes and sat next to him, curling her legs to the other side and leaning against his strong chest. His arm instinctively left the back to lay across her shoulder and arm. Again her desire and need warred with the soft protection and comfort offered by his embrace.

He brought up the TV listing but she didn't notice. She watched instead his gift begin to shrink. A single finger drifted up the inside of his thigh and began to trace circles around it. He gasped and began to make excuses, explaining she didn't need to do anything. "I'm a big girl. I know what I want and I know how to say 'no' when I don't." She smiled to soften the statement when she looked up and saw him staring to the side, red with embarrassment. Her neck stretched towards him. Her finger lifted to bring his cheek around to meet her. She lost herself in another kiss.

With a jolt her head flew back, breaking the kiss. She tried to take stock of the situation but her nerves sent her wonderful, distracting, signals. Somewhere, beneath her neck, his hand caressed her, flooding her with an electric inferno. One of her hands drifted across the side of his face to tangle in his hair, gripping fiercely under the onslaught. The other she discovered covering his hand over her breast. Her traitor limb goaded him on, sending her further and further from control. She finally managed to realize she had shifted to sitting on his lap, facing away from him, during the kiss.

His arm wrapped around her and his hand caressed her breast firmly. Between each careful squeeze, his thumb and forefinger would clamp together to pinch and twist her nipple through the layers of fabric. He had an uncanny accuracy, pinpointing not only the nipple but the most tender spot with each pass. She began to shake as moans poured from her mouth.

His other hand began to glide gently over the smooth fabric covering her leg. She felt herself moisten again as she knew, or rather desperately hoped, where this trail would end. Too soon he reversed course. Back and forth his hand wandered a lengthening path as she moaned, trying to catch her breath from the slow delights he visited upon her. His hand finally slid between her legs but she could only groan, her damned dress prevented him any leverage to provide more then a slight tease to demanding nerves. Once again his hand traveled away.

Desperate she tried to get her mind to work at figuring an acceptable excuse out of her confining clothing. Her mind and breath ceased to function simultaneously as his hand reached her knee and slid under the dress. His hand slid quickly upward, unimpeded due to the deep slit in the side of her dress. She felt his hand catch and push aside the last few perilous inches. A single finger pressed at her depths and her mind shattered.

Panting and moaning her hips ground against his, instinct driving her towards his finger. He casually avoided her attempts to impale herself (impossible anyway through the fabric of her lace thong) and began to work smooth circles around and across her sensitive mound. She began to struggle more fitfully, to drive him faster. His slow constant pressure had built her already beyond her capacity but refused her release. The arm around her pulled tight against his chest in response, hand still carefully tormenting her breast. She didn't feel trapped, but the restraint only added to her frustration. She screamed for more as she agonized through his slow process. His hand circled and pressed, shifting her bundled nerves to one side before sliding under and releasing them.

Her world fractured as all at once the growing maelstrom consumed her. Her body wracked against his persistent finger. She shifted and twisted, trying to escape heights of pleasure she hadn't expected, and her body could not cope with. Finally, too soon, his finger left her. Her body shook. Flashes of uncontrolled, sourceless, sensation raced at random between one nerve and another. She heard herself squeak as he shifted her, brushing accidentally against one sensitive location or another. She was draped in the corner of the couch, leaning heavily against the arm.

Smiling she opened her eyes. He was kneeling on the floor, chin resting on hands intertwined over her knees, eyes peering playfully up at her. She tried to thank him but her breathing was still too shallow. The night had already provided her with everything she could have hoped for, everything she felt she had been missing. Her heart skipped when she saw that smile grow into a teasing smirk. She realized what he was hiding when he began to slide the sides of her dress slowly up her legs.

She scrambled to help him by pulling her dress off over her head. He had well earned what came next, even if she didn't desperately want it. As it was, her body, still not fully back from the heaven of his creation, cried out to feel him throbbing within her. Even before her dress had cleared her head, gentle hands clasped her hips and slid her forward. She could feel him leaning forward to remove her thong as the fabric cleared her mound. But something felt out of place.

A scream erupted from her even as her dulled mind deciphered the inconsistency. He'd removed her underwear while she returned to herself, before she ever got to her dress. To late she realized the portent of his motion. His tongue slid firmly over her mound, traveling down before piercing her depths. She had expected the action, but from a different source. A tongue is far more nimble then his manhood and he slid his deftly in. He traced the most sensitive nerves and muscles at the top of her opening before sliding out and wandering back up to her engorged lust.

Around the base he flitted, shifting aside protective flesh. Firmly he pressed, tracing the base of her flowering need. Close on the heels to his previous torment she was screaming instantly. His tongue traveled laps around her, his chin pressing tauntingly at the crest of her hole, his lip against the soft, freshly shaved, skin above. White knuckles gripped the arm and back of the couch. His tongue dropped once more to probe the clutching entrance to her core. She struggled to breath through the excruciating ecstasy. Up his tongue returned, chin and lips locking in place and doubling the illusory pressure threatening once again to erase her consciousness. Hips rocked and twisted in a rebellious effort to quicken the process.

His tongue departed for a moment and the world froze. She screamed, pure and loud, her pleasure. Molten joy leapt through her veins, liquid ecstasy racing across every nerve as he did something she had never felt. Petals peeled back and her tiny lust burst forth on its own as he sucked in. Gentle hands became iron manacles about her hips in that timeless moment of initial explosion.

The world returned. She was on fire, yet frozen, as her body sent conflicting reports. She tried to escape, tried to cajole, bargain, beg, threaten, anything! but his hands remained unmoved. He adjusted his mouth and her most sensitive flesh leapt forward and back at his call sending her closer and closer to oblivion.

She fought her body. Aware only of the waves of sensation crashing over her she focused on her hands, prying them open then redirecting their instinctive grip. Hands cupped she gripped his head in a vice, intent on pulling him free. Traitors! Fingers locked behind his head and pressed him harder against her, driving his chin into overwhelmed muscles. Suction pulled her fully exposed, drawing her past her ability to define the enjoyment. Then his tongue snuck forward to revel in the depths of her nakedness. Experience flew from her as she was catapulted through stratospheres of orgasmic exultation. She feared she would lose herself to the rolling cacophony of sensation.

Beyond her control her hands finally pulled his head free. Eyes stared as her own hands pulled him to kneel upright before her. She couldn't breath, couldn't even feel beyond a climax unabated despite lack of him. Her hands had found his waist, pulled free his belt and ripped open his pants. Eyes, the only part of her left to control, drifted up to witness the wonder and awe in his gaze. Pants dropped to the floor. She looked back down to see herself grasp his large, straining, member and pull it close. His expression reflected in her eyes as she realized the secret treasure she had selected unknowingly.

The moment she placed him at the entrance to her sacred need, unbearable seconds after she pulled his mouth free, she grabbed his hips and thrust herself forward. Heaven and hell merged in that instant. The pain as his shaft, too wide, was forced deep commingled with the bliss as every nerve and muscle deep within dragged across his solid, naked, flesh. The result was excruciating ecstasy!

Unsure of himself he pulled out only to have her impale herself again, deeper. She felt his tip brush her deepest recesses, bringing her higher then she thought possible. The last, tiny, bastion of reason in her brain reveled in the needlessness of a condom and was quickly consumed as she felt him begin to throb wildly. His hips crushed against hers as he drove himself to his base. Body ravaged she clung to consciousness, awaiting him. He jerked back then forward once more, control lost to his own need. His head pressed against her depths. He pulsed and throbbed as his creamy lust poured forth. Satisfied beyond all measure, beyond all description, she drifted off in his arms.

She had left the house that night looking for an encounter. She had witnessed her husband's infidelity and was determined revenge was a dish best served cold. What she discovered was new depths and new heights of passion. When her heart could have frozen, she had been purified by heat. 



Served Up



For most individuals, learning one’s way around a kitchen or bar is a skill acquired only over time and with a great deal of practice. While various food and beverage networks permeate cable and satellite television, and, as always, printed cookbooks and guides are available, most people simply learn by doing. In fact, this method of skill and talent honing is used for an overwhelming amount of a person’s avocations. In the case of Denise Lanica, a thirty-something woman living in her hometown, few community events or school functions proceeded without contributions from her kitchen or, depending on the event, home bar. The curvy, sensuous woman was known for preparing main dishes and, fittingly, desserts.

Newly divorced, yet managing her return to single life exceptionally well, Denise cooked, baked, and made mixed spirits for nearly any and all requesters, notably in the Summer months around the time of the annual Italian Fest. She had enjoyed this festival for many years, and was pleased to provide sale items to local vendors, but was reluctant to post her name or any other identifying reference on her goods. Remaining private, in all areas of her life, was very important to Denise. She was no prude by any stretch (in fact, Denise possessed quite the wild side at times), but, simply wanted people to enjoy her work for what it was, and not who it was from. True as it was, Denise didn’t want to be known as the “sexy chef”.

One rather nondescript evening, Denise’s brother, Jay, made a surprise, unannounced visit to her home. Jay lived an hour’s distance from her now, and only infrequently made the trip into town for family events or job-related appointments. This is not to say Jay didn’t miss some aspects of his old town; what he missed most was Denise’s cooking, friendship, and, speaking purely as a man, the way she looked. “Jay! What are you doing here?” Denise happily exclaimed upon meeting him at the back porch door. “C’mere and give me a hug!”. The two embrace, exchanging tight, caressing-type hugs, then separate to obtain a full view of one another. Instantly, Jay’s “pure male” side agreed with the view: Denise, at arm’s length, clad in cutoff shorts and a loose-fitting, button-down top, apparently worn for at-home comfort, as three top buttons were missing. A subtle, teasing inch or two of Denise’s cleavage was evident, supported only by her natural, soft skin. 

While Jay didn’t plan his wardrobe for this impromptu trip, his own attire caught the attention of the sexy sister. “Hey, I like the black short sleeve shirt, Jay..Looks good on ya” she complimented him, flashing her bright, disarming smile. Ever the self-deprecating one, Jay brushed off the compliment, but thanked Denise nonetheless, which offered the opportunity for an in-kind response. “Well, it was clean, so I wore it...You, on the other hand, look great in anything, including that comfy, loose, kinda “I’m at home” shirt and frayed shorts..Like the shorts, by the way” he slyly said to her. With a playful, innocent butt-shake, Denise thanked her brother and strode across the kitchen, Jay’s eyes planted on the countours of her body the whole time.

Striking up typical conversation, Denise asked Jay what brought him up her way that early evening. “Spur of the moment thing, D..I was sitting home, mind just wandering I guess, and decided to make a run up here. Thought maybe we’d grab a beer or something if you were going to be around”. Seating herself on the near corner of the square dining room table, legs touching Jay’s, Denise poured coffee, and tilted her head to one side, with an “Aw, isn’t that sweet” mannerism before offering an apology of sorts. “Sorry, hun, but I’ve gotta make some desserts for this week’s festival tonight..They need them by Tuesday morning..But, stay, you can keep me company, k?” she stated, placing her long-nailed fingers on his arm. Jay considered her request for a second or two before emphatically stating “Cool...You want me to help with anything? Lick the bowl, hold your eggs...No, wait..that didn’t come out right!” They both laughed, and Denise informed Jay that he’d be helping just by hanging out and keeping her company. “The quiet is nice, but, even I get lonely sometimes, hun...Hang out..It’ll be fun”. 

As Denise stood up to begin making her famous desserts, Jay placed his hands on her waist, caressed her stomach with his thumbs, and spoke in a semi-serious tone. “I understand, D. Besides, you and I haven’t had any time to just hang out, alone, in such a long time..I’ll stay.” They both understood what Jay was referring to: Most visits that put them in each other’s company were large gatherings or events, with a minimum of 20 people. The alone time, great conversation, and strong friendship they had always enjoyed had become convoluted with and by other people. Since their early years, Jay and Denise would spend hours talking, joking, and confiding in each other. Though unspoken in those specific terms, both older sister and younger brother, now adults, knew they each missed those times.

“OK” she directed, “But you have to let me go so I can get started here!” With a sexy giggle, Denise placed her hands over Jay’s, removing them from her hips and returning to the countertop. Reaching above her head, Denise obtained a large mixing bowl and handed it to Jay, who had privately examined his sister’s posterior as she extended to get the bowl. “Put this on the table, and put in the stuff I give you” she directed, “Some of it may even be in the top cabinet, so you can look at my butt again”, she joked, aware of Jay’s focus. “What? You have eyes in the back of your head, D? How’d you know I was looking there..I coulda been looking at your legs” he responded. “Jay, honey..please..It’s me you’re talking to. I know you. Well. It’s ok, you can admit you just eyed me up.” she said with a laugh.

“Well, I...Yes, I did. But, you do have a nice ass..I AM still a guy, you know, D” Jay stated, becoming more at ease with the whole, building sexual energy situation. “Guess it’s allright..Long as you like what you see and don’t touch while I’m working...So, NO grabbing or pinching my ass, Jay!” Denise answered, then redirecting her brother to crack 4 eggs into the bowl. Such was done, and Jay eagerly awaited further directions. As his vixen sister handed him a recipe sheet, Jay complimented Denise on her inch-plus long nails, polished in an aqua blue color on this night. “Nails look great, D..I see you let them grow out again..Cool color, too” he said, gently stroking her forefinger and thumbnails. “Yeah, I just did them yesterday. Haven’t had them long in a while, so wanted to try it again” she stated, reminding Jay of the occasions when he’d polish them for her. “Sorry they’re not your favorite color, fire-engine red..Remember when you’d do them for me? I loved that, hun”. “So did I, D...So did I” he replied. Jay’s fires were crackling, on their way to being fully stoked for her.

Following her lead, Jay quickly became Denise’s kitchen assistant, and soon enough, the first batch of batter was prepared. Grasping a spoon, Denise dipped into the batter for a taste trial, stating “If it’s not good like this, it won’t be any better when it’s formed and hot”. Sampling a teaspoonful, Denise motioned a thumbs-up of approval, offering Jay a taste from the spoon as well. Complying with her request, Jay nibbled from the spoon before noticing a drop of batter on Denise’s pinkie nail. “Wait..one more taste” he said, halting her arm and licking the remaining droplet of batter from her long, aqua pinkie nail and fingertip skin. “Yum..Tasted good” Jay informed his sister, who sexily responded “The batter, or me?” Providing her with the most fitting and honest answer to that query, Jay simply stated “Both”. 

Diligently working together with surprising effectiveness, Denise offered to make a relaxing drink before starting the next dessert. Directing Jay to obtain cranberry juice from the fridge, Denise stated intention to create one of her new favorite mixed spirits, a CosmoPlus. Observing as she concocted the drink made of Triple Sec, dry gin, a hint of Chambord, and cranberry juice, mixed with crushed ice, two thoughts entered Jay’s mind: Would I like the taste of this drink, and, just looking at the alcohol content and knowing Denise’s somewhat mild level of tolerance, how much would it relax her? The latter of these thoughts more than intrigued him as she completed and poured the spirits into goblet-type glasses, delivering two full servings to the table.

“Cheers, bud...And thanks for sticking around and helping tonight. We’ve got more to do” Denise said, raising her glass to Jay’s in toast. A clink of glass, quick sip, and it was Jay’s turn to toast. “Cheers to you, Denise..It’s my pleasure to help out such a beautiful, wonderful, and sexy woman...who also has tasty fingers!” Denise giggled and drank, waving her left hand in the air, showing off her sinewy, polished fingers, ending with a model-like positioning of the hand and nails against her upper torso skin. “Oh, that CosmoPlus hit the spot..Ready for another one?” she asked, returning to the counter to create a new batch. “Sure thing, D...Put that on the list of things you do well...make drinks” Jay responded, adding a flirty “and shake that ass”. Denise obliged on both accounts, presenting Jay with another mixed spirit and sexy butt wiggle, briefly raising the frayed bottoms of her shorts to flash Jay a little cheek.

Thirty minutes later, Denise realized the amount of baking not yet completed, and directed Jay that “we need to get this done..let’s move it, huns”. And so they did, again working in assembly line-like fashion to prepare the next batter batch. At it’s readiness, Jay decided to alter the taste testing ever so slightly. Upon D’s request to sample the batter, Jay did so, dipping a spoon into the bowl but not tasting until his sister became impatient. “What are you waiting for, taste it and let me know how it is” she said, partially sensing something was in the works. “OK, but I want to do it my way...You trust me?” Jay asked Denise, who nodded yes. With that, Jay unbuttoned the additional buttons on Denise’s shirt, exposing her marvelous breasts and well-toned abdominals. “What are you...no, not on my boobs...Jay! You’re going to eat it off of my body?” Denise exclaimed, smile on her face. “Uh-Huhhh” Jay answered, spreading the batter on Denise’s breasts, ribs, and swirling around her perfect oval innie navel before diving in for a taste. “Jay....wait, hun....oh...OH, right on the nipples.. ok..but you better get it all offa me” Denise stated, arching her back in effort to provide Jay with full access. 

The now open-shirted woman stood motionless while Jay removed the smeared baking batter from her body, giggling when his hands or tongue touched a ticklish area. Still, Denise had to admit to herself that she found this erotic and wild. Unexpected visitor, someone she was very close to, shows up at her doorstep to have a few mixed drinks and be a little naughty with her in the kitchen. Pastes cookie batter over her body and eats and licks it off. The whole thing spoke to her wild side. The fact that it was her own brother doing it to her only increased the excitement level. What could be next, she thought, desperately trying to balance the practical (finishing the baking) with the wild (Jay’s other, as yet unseen desires for her).

As Jay removed the remaining baking batter from her now-tingling body, Denise playfully dipped her longest, most curved fingernail into the batter bowl, and led Jay’s mouth like a fish to a bait-filled hook. “Opps...got some on my finger again..Do you job, huns” she teased. As if already planning two steps ahead, Jay grasped Denise’s finger and raised it to her own mouth, dabbing a few batter spots onto her upper lip. “OK” he whispered, planting a deep, extended kiss to her lips. Denise’s sigh was noticeable as they broke away. “Mmm...nice job, bud..How ‘bout one more then we get back to work, k?” This time, Jay traced small kisses around her lips before replanting another extended, intense liplock on her. “Later, huns...later..Let’s get back to the baking now” she purred, alluding to more activity once the festival donations had been completed. 

With her item listing on the table, Denise directed Jay to start icing the two finished trays of puff cookies (which were her definitive specialty). Stealing one or two for himself as he worked, Jay spread vanilla icing onto each individual puff like a pro until both 48-cup trays were done. A few spoonfuls of icing remained in the container, so, Jay began to eat it before getting another idea for his sister: If she like having batter eaten off of her, she’d love icing. He quickly organized and cleared the near end of the kitchen table, as he had envisioned laying her onto the spot very shortly to spread the icing on her and repeat the “edible sis” procedure. She looked focused and busy, however, so things would have to hit a lull in order for Denise to go for more messing around.

Checking the listing, Jay learned that the final baking batch was now in the oven, although the finishing touches and “prettying up” packaging remained to be completed. A little question and answer interaction would help his planning. “Deen...How long do those cookies take to get done?” he asked, referring to her in a name only he called her for many years. “Let me check” she said, opening the oven door. “Looks like maybe another 20 minutes or so...Why?” she asked in response. Jay stood up from the table and positioned himself in front of her body, peeling the opened shirt from her arms. “We can’t..not now..too much to do....What did you have in mind, sex on the table?” she quizzically asked. Sitting her on the table edge, Jay assured her “No, not sex on your table..I’d like to think that we’d at least hit a bed for that...Let me just say again..Trust me...” 

A little intrigued, Denise put herself in Jay’s hands. “Lean back all the way..Goddam, you have a great body, you know that? Perfect figure, well-shaped boobs, thin soft waist..Yiy!” he commented. “What are you going to do to my tits this time, hun? Well, I’m here, so go ahead” she said, awaiting Jay’s action. Unsnapping her shorts, Jay then traversed the zipper to it’s end, exposing his sister’s lacy panties and incredible lower abdomen. A hint of pussy fuzz protruded from the panties as well. “Ohhh...I know what you’re going to do! All I can say is, the icing better not still be cold, or you’re in for it, sweetheart...” Jay began to spread and smear vanilla icing onto Denise’s stomach, inside her navel, and down into her crotch area, taking time to feel that area first. Denise’s moderate panting and heavier than normal breathing told Jay that this was the right move, indeed. Just for added pleasure, he scooped the bottom of the icing container for every last drop, smearing the remnants onto Denise’s breasts and neck. “Don’t tease me like this, Jay....Argh!! Eat it off me already...For that matter, eat ME already!”

“Only too happy to grant that wish, Deen...Now lay back, stay still if you can, and enjoy this” Jay stated, returning to the dark, serious tone. He again made Denise into his fleshy snack, devouring his icing handiwork with a passionate, building intensity that resulted in the moistening of Denise’s pussy. Curiously, Jay licked her body clean, however, left her neck as-is. Clearly, this would be his final area, a “topper” if you will. His mindset now had but one target: Denise’s pussy and complying with her wish to eat the icing and her insides. Grasping each waistband side with his hands, Jay pulled Denise’s shorts and panties to the floor, providing a naked, open-legged sister Denise on the table for his taking. This was Jay’s real reason for making tonight’s trip. Although he was uncertain as to the method, Jay had planned on seducing his hot sister Denise for some time, planning this evening as “get Deen” night. Thus far, it had far outdone even his own expectations.

Spreading her legs to straddle each table corner, Jay teasingly prepared Denise for what was to come. “Still a lot of icing there, Sexy...And it’s melting into all the right places.” Denise could only lie flat on her back and moan, waiting for Jay to eat her pussy. By this time, Denise was overheated such that Jay was no longer just her brother who she had a special bond with prior to this evening; He was her personal CSP, or, casual sexual partner. She knew this relationship would continue after the next morning, following a sure evening’s worth of sex. He’d been after her for years, and, she had similar feelings towards him. Yes, she loved him as her brother, but, now, she could love him as a man. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. A meaningful, hot, satisfying relationship that didn’t interfere with the workings of their separate lives. In short, it was the beginning of a very private, against all social mores, sexual relationship.

These thoughts ran through Denise’s head like wildfire as Jay played with and licked her clitoris inside and out, round and round, causing the table to shake. Denise’s shrieks and wails of pleasure reverberated off of the kitchen walls as her hands grasped for Jay’s head, keeping it pressed against her dripping pussy. The sweet taste of his sister’s juices had proven to be even better than he’d imagined. As Denise’s sweat-drenched upper body heaved for air, Jay halted his 20-minute expedition into her cunny, breaking from the action to lie on top of her. 

“Ohh....I...I...cann’t move..Holy shit Jay...I’m still pulsing down there..You are GOOD!” she muttered to him. As she regained her breath, Denise spoke softly to Jay. “Come here...kiss me and don’t stop..Then we’re going to my bedroom, and you’re making love to me until tomorrow..I need you, Jay..This is so incredible...Just make love to me all night” she pleaded. Supporting her head in his hands, Jay declared promise to do exactly as she had requested. “Sweet D...I’ve wanted to ravage your body and make love to you for so long...You may not see it, but, you are the sexiest, most beautiful, intelligent woman I’ve ever met...And you know I love you more than just as my sister..I love you as a woman...And will prove that tonight, all night” The two rested on the table for several minutes before rising again. Denise broke the silence.

“Think that last batch burned...Oh well, they’ll have to make due with two trays instead of three” she lightheartedly said, referring to the final batch of cookies that were now blackened from sitting in an oven for 40 additional minutes. “No problem..I’ll tell them that I burned them because I was too busy staring at you in an opened shirt..They’ll understand!” Jay joked, squeezing and jiggling Denise’s tits. “Maybe I need to SHOW them, huh? Deliver the trays and not button my top?” she responded, grasping her boobs in jest. “I dare you to do that...No, wait..I want those for me, not the public..Your tits are too good to show to other people like that!” Jay quipped, leaning in for another body kiss on Denise. “Yeah, you’re right..bad enough I get the old men in the city that try to touch my ass, and this smarmy gas station guy snuck in a doorway titty grab on me..I don’t really need anyone else wanting to get at my goodies” she said, removing the burned batch from the oven.

Placing the burned remains of cookie puffs onto the countertop, Denise pushed her floor-strewn clothing underneath the kitchen table and struck a hands-on-hips pose while leaning against a chair. “So, should we clean this place up, or....go get messy?” she asked Jay, who’s stiffened rod remained intact. Taking two steps towards her, Jay wrapped Denise’s waist and body in his right arm, pulled her in close, and offered a one-word response. “Messy”. He then backed Denise into the near wall, and, as he had stated, began to simply ravage her body. Holding her arms above her head, Jay kissed, sucked, and munched on Denise’s pinned, crooked body, taking in it’s magnificence and listening to her high-pitched sighs. 




Served Up



“Keep your arms up, Deen...My hands need to be all over you” Jay directed Denise, who complied with the order. His hands now free to traverse and caress his sister’s body, Jay immediately took hold of her shapely buttocks, angling his left hand inside of it like an arrow. “Mmphh...ohh...nuh..nuh..” she panted, feeling Jay’s fingers twist and turn inside her hole. Denise was now officially, one-hundred percent his, and he knew it. Her soft, moist insides felt like heaven; Denise’s reaction to being ravaged and taken like this confirmed agreement with the feeling. Inserting three fingers into her and making a claw-like formation, Jay swirled the inside walls of Denise’s pussy until her shrieks and begs caused him to halt.

“No more...please no more..Take me upstairs..Make love to me..Fuck me, Jay...NOW!” she urged, slumping against the wall. “It’s time, sweet Deen..Let’s go” he said, leading her upstairs to her bedroom. Denise’s glossy-eyed look spoke of sexual wanting, a requirement to be taken and made love to, for as much as her body could take. Then more. Jay positioned her in the bed’s middle, slightly sunken portion, spreading her legs fully and taking his place atop her sweating body. His own pulsating, hard member grazed over her pussy as Jay made himself comfortable, further teasing her. “Inside of me..Ineedyouinsideofme...Jay...doit” she begged.

Jay lowered his hips into hers, causing initial insertion. Denise turned her head to the left, moaning, as Jay pumped and thrusted into her. Her high-pitched shrieks were growing with each thrust and entry, and Jay was only beginning to pleasure her. Continuing the traditional sex position for about forty-five minutes, the two had developed a rhythm with one another, a back and forth, maximum insertion flow that caused numerous vocal outbursts. “God, Jay!! Give it to me!!! Ahhh!!!!” she exclaimed, impaling Jay’s back with her ten long nails. “Dig, Deen..Dig...Make me bleed and feel it..Dig!” he ordered his sister, who slashed and scratched at his back with her well-manicured aquas. Jay had always had a fantasy about his sister doing this to him, and, now that it had happened, he wanted it to be memorable. Judging by the next day’s mirror image of a back that looked as if sliced by razor wire during a prison break, it was deduced that Denise had fulfilled this fantasy well.

Alternatively during the evening and early morning hours, Jay would trade positions with Denise, allowing experiment of having her on top, anal, and the impromptu cock-sucking that she obviously enjoyed. He would spew on or inside of her several times, much to her delight. Denise had also surprised Jay when, during one particularly passionate and intense episode, she proved her agility had not left her, managing to bend her left leg to near shoulder level as Jay plowed her again and again. Denise’s background in dancing and performing obviously served her well. In the silence of her home, Denise would encounter wild lovemaking as she never had before, made even better by the fact that it was her own brother being the supplier of such pleasure.

Upon waking the next morning, wrapped within one another in pretzel-like fashion, Denise was first to exit the bed, well-satisfied and happier than she had been since shortly after her marriage. “Huns, you want breakfast or something?” she prodded Jay as he rolled around her bed, seeking her body next to his. “Umm..sure, whatever you feel like making. Or, you can come back down here and we can go at it again.” he suggested, tugging her arm and leaning her in for a good-morning liplock. “C’mon” she said, “I’ll make us eggs or something...Not that lying back down underneath you isn’t very tempting..I don’t know how much more I can take!” she said, observing as Jay took a standing position and stole another liplock. 

The two then reentered the kitchen and enjoyed a full breakfast, along with honest conversation. “Jay..” Denise said, running her fingers over his face, “When can we do this again? I mean, we obviously like it, like being together, right? Besides being the best sex I’ve probably ever had, you and I really do have a bond. Whadya think?” Jay took Denise’s hand, caressed her palm and sinewy fingers, and, with a deep look into her eyes, responded. “Listen to me, Deen. I love you. You know that. What we did last night and this morning was, to me, the start of a long-term thing, the cementing of our already great bond. I’m willing to come up here, or, bring you to my house, on a regular basis so we can be together as often as possible. And (chuckling), the sex IS fantastic! I say we keep this to ourselves, and continue being happy with one another. I love you, Denise”.

Denise and Jay then agreed that this was more than a one-time, wild thing between brother and sister, reconfirming desire to continue such as a casual sexual relationship, with the added caveat of deep feelings for one another. And neither has been happier since.



Servent Maid Radha



From the teenage I have big aptitude of sex, I used to dream about the movie heroines from the south, and some of the beautiful classmates. I think I started master beating at the age of 18 years. The following was the incident which given a shape of sex in my life. I got to know the real excitement fun in the sex, I intercourse with several girls of my age and horny mature women. I am basically from Hyderbad, but now settled in Bangalore as I got job here.

I want to share my first ever experience with my servant girl. Those are the days when I was doing my engineering I am well built 5'11, good features, I used to play tennis regularly, I trained in one of the reputed tennis foundations of the south. 

This incident happened when I went to my village from Hyderabad for a festival. We had a servant girl of 19 year old named radha. My mother brought her from my grandmother's village to help in household works. When I was home, I would sleep in the hall watching TV and radha sleeps in the adjoining room which is the linking room between hall and bed room. I had a very friendly relationship with my servant girl and I wanted to have her as she has very beautiful breasts and asses. But I couldn't take any initiative as she was from my grand mother's village and if anything went wrong, the situation will be worse than anything. I was a fan of English romantic movies and used to watch Star Movies, HBO, Zee Studio etc for any sexy moment. 

There was a Russian channel called REN which broadcast XX movies on Friday and Saturday nights after 10:30 pm. One Saturday night during my holidays, I was eagerly waiting to watch REN TV. My parents went to sleep by 9:30 after watching 6:30 movie, but Radha sat there still watching tv. I changed to English movie channels thinking that she would go to sleep as she couldn't understand English movies. It was already 10 and I asked her to sleep as she had to wake up early for work. But she replied that she slept that afternoon and she was not able to sleep early. Both of us watched tv till 10:45 and then she told me she would sleep and went to other room. As soon as she went to other room, I changed to REN TV and watched the XX movie. 

Already 15 min of the scene was completed. I thought that she went to sleep and I watched REN TV XX scenes and other English movies interchanging the channels. I was not aware by then that she was also watching the movies from the adjacent room. The next day, I was watching a romantic scene in the evening when my mother and radha was in the kitchen. Suddenly radha came with a glass of juice for me and I changed the channel immediately on seeing her. She knew what I was doing and asked me "chi why r u looking at those things." I told her that I was changing channels and it came on one channel while I was changing. (the conversation went on in telugu not in a serious manner but I don't want her to know about me so that she would try to dominate/control me) She told, 'don't lie to me I know what u r doing. 

You r watching sex movies'. I feared that she would tell my mother about it. To cover my fear, I replied "No I am not lying. Ok then. If I want to watch these sexy movies why would I watch them at this time; when my mother was around". She told, 'Oh, so u watches these things only at night time.' I replied that I didn't mean that. She told, 'I know u r watching sex scenes on Saturday night.' Then I came to know that she too watched the movies that night and asked her 'So u too watched along with me. Then u should have told me then only, we both could have watched together. Did u ever watch them before? ' She replied with a smile that she used to watch MAA tv on Saturday nights. Before one year, MAA TV used to telecast telugu and tamil sex scenes on Saturday nights after 11pm (it stopped now). By knowing that she too have desire to watch sex movies, my prick got hardened and longing to have sex with her. As my house is of old type in a village model, it had a space at the backside. At one corner of the area, bathrooms were newly built. By newly I don't mean new bathrooms. Before I was born there were no separate room for bathing, they were built after two years of my birth. That evening when I was going for bath, I found radha sweeping the floor of the space backside my house. 

My mother was watching tv. I thought it was the best time and asked her to put hot water in the bathroom. She went with a bucket of hot water into the bathroom. I was standing outside the bathroom and when she is coming out I asked her to help me to soap my back. She replied with shy, 'chi I won't do it.' I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom along with me. I put off the bathroom light. I was in only towel without any underwear. My 7inch cock was already hard escaping out of the towel. I hugged her hard. She was opposing me and telling that my mother would come. 

I kissed her on her cheeks and pressing her boobs. She didn't give me chance to kiss her lips. I removed my towel and made her to hold my cock with her hand and asked to masturbate me. She wore a normal wear 'langa oni'. I put my hand inside her blouse and squeezed her breasts very hardly. I tried to lift her langa with the other hand but she didn't allowed me to do so. She told would leave if I did anything against her wish then and she would only masturbate my penis. I agreed for that. She did to and fro movement to my cock for two minutes and I climaxed with a large amount of liquid in her hand. She washed her hands and left. I took bath with lot of satisfaction and happiness with the thought of getting her that night. 

That night my parents slept by 9:30 after watching the daily serials and radha went to bed earlier than my parents. I watched movies until 11 pm, switched off the tv and the dim bed light of the tv room. Radha was lying on the floor sleeping in the next room. I sat beside her silently and carefully removed her pallu from her shoulder. The sight of the half projected boobs made me mad and my prick got erection in my pants. I started caressing her boobs over her blouse. 

She then opened her eyes and knowing what I was trying to do, she refused it. But I was not in a mood to let her go. I hold her both hands with my hands, laid my body over her body and held her legs tightly with mine so that she could not move. I started kissing all over her face but I couldn't get her lips as she was moving her head sideways in order to avoid kissing her lips. I got her ear lobes, kissed and sucked them. Now the force of opposing reduced and I thought she was enjoying. I continued sucking and biting her ear lobes and I leaved her hand and used my hand to squeeze her boobs. Her refusal totally became weak and she put her hands around me, hugging me very hard. As she was on the floor, I thought my weight is hurting her and I asked her to come to the other room so that we can enjoy on the divan. 

She expressed her fear that if my parents would wake up and come out, we will be caught. To ensure her, I put the iron bolt from outside so that they couldn't come out of the room. If they woke up and wanted to come out, they will definitely knock the door and I can say some story like, in order to avoid cats entering the room I bolted the door. She was free from her thoughts of getting caught. We both went to the hall and I made her lay on her back on the divan cot. I removed my shirt and her oni. 

I was in my pants without any underwear as I planned this before, she was in her blouse and langa. I laid over her and started kissing her violently as I was already hot and couldn't wait any longer. She too co-operated and kissed me. Our lips finally met and I sucked her lower lips first and then her upper lips. I don't know how to use tongue for a French kiss. I tried but my tongue always slipped out and she too could not help doing this as she is not aware of French kiss. I caressed her boobs over her blouse for some time. I pressed her hips which were very slim and tempting. I kissed her navel and licked it. I removed her blouse hooks, unhooked the bra but didn't separate them from her body. She lifted up her bras and now I was caressing her nude boobs with my hands. They were big enough to hold with my palm and they could be perfectly fit in large & round glass tumbler. As it was dark, I couldn't see them but I was enjoying sucking the right boob with my mouth and squeezed her left boob with my right hand with more force and pressure. Her nipples became very hard. 

I tweaked her deep brown nipples with my fingers and biting them with my teeth alternately. She gave a heavy shrill while doing so. We took care of not to make any sounds. After enjoying her boobs for 15 min, I came down to her navel again and I lifted her langa above her knees with one hand and started rubbing her thighs. I removed my pants and guided her hand to my hard cock. I lifted her langa above her round buttocks. I rubbed my cock against her thighs and my hands explored her vagina. She has a hairy pussy as she didn't have a habit of shaving it. I rubbed over her pussy which was already wet and put my finger in her clit. I pressed her clitoris with my finger and twisted it between my thumb and middle finger. 

She was in heaven and moving her head sideways in ecstasy. She covered her mouth with her hand in order not to release any moans. I inserted my middle finger into her wet love hole but it denied entrance to my finger as she was a virgin, her hole was very tight. I slowly made my entrance and pushed my finger in and out. She told me that it was paining and I assured her doing it slowly. Her cunt started oozing more and more juices which helped to further insert my finger. Half of my middle finger was inserted and I didn't try to insert more as it might pain her. I did to and fro motion slowly. She gave a sudden shrill and climaxed very quickly within 2 min. I cleaned her pussy with her langa. I came up and kissed her and rested a while. Now I asked her to suck my cock. At first she refused, but I insisted her to do so and she agreed. She rubbed my cock on her face, kissed the tip of my prick and put it in her mouth. 

She was unable to take whole of it inside. She sucked my cock as if it was a lollypop. She sucked so hard that I was receiving more and more pleasures and I started to moan in a low voice. She did it for 5 min and I cummed into her mouth. The fluid was so much that she couldn't swallow it totally; some juice came out of her mouth. She told me to wait and went to kitchen for drinking water. I thought, as it was first time for her to suck a cock, she felt bad for having cum in her mouth and went for washing. She came back after five minutes. I wanted something more and couldn't wait any longer. I asked her to lie on her back by hanging her legs outside the divan. She did as I asked her and I knelt down before her on the floor. 

I kissed her navel and sucked it. My prick was gaining its hardness again. I kissed her pussy and she gave a heavy shiver of her body. I separated her legs as wide as possible and ran my tongue along the length of her clit from bottom to top. She gave suppressed moans as she couldn't stop from moaning. I sucked her clitoris very hard. I separated her walls with my fingers and inserted my tongue into her hole and removed my fingers. My tongue got locked between her walls. I tried slowly to move my tongue inside her cunt. As it was very tight, I couldn't move my tongue freely. I licked her walls and gave circular motions with my tongue. This made her secrete more juices and her vagina walls eased a little. I licked and sucked her tongue for 5 minutes. 

She is now enjoying very much and twitching her lips with her teeth. She put her hands through my hairs and pressing my head towards her pussy. She gave a sudden shrill and arched her body and fell on the bed. Her juices were flowing out and I tried to drink it. But she didn't allow me to do so. She folded her legs closer and encircled them with her hands. After sometime she became normal and asked what happened. She told that her legs were aching due to the orgasm. We lay like that for 20 min side by side. Now I slowly mounted her and pressed my hard prick over pussy line and rubbed with the clitoris. She asked me not to insert as she was a virgin and she might be pregnant. I too was feared about that and also I didn't have a condom. I put my penis between her boobs and asked her to bring her boobs closer. I gave to and fro motion as if I was fucking her pussy. I fucked her boobs for 3min and I climaxed pouring the whole liquid on her boobs and belly. We went slowly to the back of my house to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. I put on my pants and she hooked her bra and blouse. She wrapped her pallu around her and went to sleep. I slowly removed the bolt of my parents' bedroom and went to sleep.