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Madhavi Ch. 06

By: andhravadoo



This is a continuation of a two part story published by rolling_leo in 2001, about an adulterous office affair. I liked the two part story a lot, and felt like extending the plot into the next phase of their affair, where they plan a holiday abroad. 

Original story links 

https://www.literotica.com/s/madhavi-ch-1-2 

https://www.literotica.com/s/madhavi-ch-3-5 

I sent feedback to rolling_leo on Oct 2, 2015 with my intention to continue the episodes, where it was left off, however, I have not received any reply to date, and am assuming that perhaps, there is an implicit licence to progress the plot. 

All original characters were created by rolling_leo and the plot so far has been published by the original author, and I lay no claim to it. I have merely enacted the furtherance to where the story stopped. I received good suggestions and editing support from fellow Literotica members, ragini15 and honeybey40. I thank them for their time and ideas. Gratitude is also due to many other sources who have given ideas, but wish to be anonymous. 

I would be amiss, if I did not silently acknowledge all my lovers, who by way of active participation in my carnal desires, have urged me on towards my creative expression. It is they who have ignited the passions in me, first by way of caral fulfillment and satisfaction in body to body action, and it's metamorphosis into creative writing. 

Story so far: Rahul in Sales and Madhavi in Accounts got into an adulterous relationship at work. They travelled to other cities from Delhi, their place of work. After a few exciting liaisons, they plan a longish trip abroad next. 

To build the story further, and to establish the continuity for more episodes, requires a little more by way of background development, introduction of more characters and their sexual proclivities and willingness, and their personalities too, so kindly bear with me, while we reach the juicer parts, of what promises to be a real erotic thriller. 

While I have retained the original author's narrative style of POV (Point of View), I have perhaps deviated somewhat from the original intent, and have introduced elements of most of the popular story genres on Literotica to satisfy a larger audience. Those who are offended or who dislike certain elements, my request is that they may kindly skip those paragraphs and proceed to the next part. Feedback, public or private is welcomed, and bouquet or brickbat, will be received with due humility. 

Main Storyline 

Madhavi's uncle, Surendar Mamoo, (a cousin to her mother) had come by. He had been visiting them on and off, and had eyes on her, and always ask Madhavi to do this and that, and ogle at her tits and body. Her mother, Malathi, had sensed this, and would try her best to keep her away. She remembered his famous roving eye, and knew that he was great in bed, recollecting the times in the village when he would fuck her and her nubile friends behind the haystacks in the fields. She thought of a plan to get to his bed and give him a fuck. She was also itching for a good romp, as she got a chance very rarely these days, and cucumbers and brinjals could do only so much. During serving dinner to Surendar, she suggestively bumped into him, and felt his flaccid cock harden as she grasped it. She knew he would be willing to fuck her instead of lusting for Madhavi. Beti chod, fellow, must have fucked his daughters at least once or twice, she surmised 

That night, after dinner, Malathi went to the spare bedroom, which he was occupying, and bolting the door and turning the light off, kissed him. He was waiting for her to come to him. She lifted her wrap over her shoulders, stood naked and offered her pendulous breasts for him to suck on. Meri beti ko chodna soch math rey, mujhe chod aur teri qwaish pura kar key. Usey mat choddo. Don't lust after my daughter, fellow.. Come and fuck me, and satisfy your cock's urges. Don't fuck my daughter. Jab chahon, main tayyar hoon ... Anytime you want I am here to satisfy you. Meri choochey chooso .. Suck on my breasts 

Malathi lay down beside him, and started to fondle his lowda, thru his lungi. He pulled the lungi off, and she took his cock in his mouth. He had unkempt pubic hair, and some long strands of hair got into her mouth. Pushing his jhant ke baal downwards, she started to suck on his shaft and with her right hand was scratching the bottom of the hairy balls. Her finer would linger near his rim, and move back. He was meantime, pushing her head on him, His cock was now getting hard, and her choot also started to water. Drawing her head back, she climbed on him and rode him. She could feel her pussy with his semi hard lowda as she rode him for a few minutes. 

Aahhhhh... Jaaanu ... aaah ... theri choot to bhosdi ban gayi ... Dear.. your cunt has become loose.. he groaned as he gradually got harder. Teri is bhosdi say mujhe maja nahi aayega .. Your loose cunt won't satisfy me .. Chal ab teri gaand mein dalta hoon ... I will now put my cock in your arse. She got off the bed and went on all fours, knowing that loose cunt was not satisfying him any more. 

Andar aa rey ... meri gaand maro aur meri beti ko mat sattao. Come in me you fellow... Fuck me in my arse and don't hassle my daughter. He was now grunting with the excitement of a tighter arse, as compared to her looser cunt. In his mind he was lusting for younger Madhavi, but knew this witch would not have anything of it. Ummmh .. she arched her back and lifted up her ample bottom towards him, and wiggled it. His tool, moist with her pussy juice, probed her arsehole. 

Clutching her at the hips, he slowly prised it in...aaaaahhh she moaned. He bent over her and started massaging her boobs as he moved in cock in and out of of her gaand. He slapped her arse cheeks sharply, and she moaned... Nahi .. Nahi .. No .. No... He stopped, and started to massage her arse cheeks to help her relax. She responded, and settled back down. 

He filled her asshole and massaged up to the small of her back, and tried to imagine where the head of the cock was up inside of her! Aaahhhh... accha lag raha hai ... oooh it feels good now... aaaahh. Aur ghussaa andar oh madarchod ooohhh... she groaned in pleasureful agony and he skewered his dick in depper into her arsehole. In response as he thrust in harder and harder, she moaned and grunted herself in pleasure. Meri chhoot ko bhee masalo ... Fondle my cunt .. Ek haath say meri chochee ko bhi ... With one hand my tits ... please she pleaded with him. In response he thrust in harder and harder as he moved one hand to her cunt and put in a couple of his calloused rustic fingers. He loved this, and he felt himself cumming as she reached orgasm after orgasm. He shot his load inside of her as their movements slowed. 

Bathed in perspiration, they lay on the floor for a few minutes. Ab mere oopar pesaap kar, he sai. Now piss on me ... She lay over his body and started to pee on him starting with flow on his semi erect dick. She had a full bladder now, and the flow increased in force as she drenched his stomach and hairy chest till it stopped to a dribble and she lay on him, piss and sweat soaked Surendar. They hugged each other, for few more minutes, as he played with her choochies. Soon she got up, and mopped the floor of her piss with his lungi, and they moved to the toilet to have a quick bath. She rinsed the lungi a few times, and wrung out all the water from it. There was no piss smell any more. 

Unknown to them, Madhavi was watching all this thru the keyhole. She had heard the grunts and obscene language of her uncle, from her room next door, and guessed what was going on. She was aroused seeing the two older people fucking, and it thrilled her to see her mother being fucked by her uncle. She started to rub her cunt, as she knelt down to see at eye level, and parting her legs for easier thrusts of her fingers inside, bringing herself to a climax along with them. At the end of the fucking, she was amazed to see her mother piss on Surendar Mamoo and he obviously enjoying it. She had never heard of this before, and she got a second orgasm just watching it. This is something I must do on Rahul, she thought. 

Madhavi's mother extracted a promise from Surendar to get her sons to be settled. In return for getting to fuck Malathi, her brothers had found employment with him, who was running a steel shop and a flour mill in a nearby town. They had stopped their wayward ways and had settled into a working mode. He (mother's cousin) had two marriageable shrews and no doubt, the brothers were chosen to serve and manage his family business and join the family as servant sons as well. 

Madhavi was really excited and yet somewhat apprehensive about the foreign vacation plan suggested by Rahul. She had applied for and received her passport under the Tatkal (Fast Track scheme). Things were moving too rapidly and she was a bit worried on where this would lead to. She decided to take the next day off, as her period was due. She had not been taking any contraception, and she was worried about the possibility of a pregnancy since they had unprotected sex. 

The thought of Rahul exploding his cum inside her choot, ran a tingle down her spine. She recollected the passion of their lovemaking in the train journey, their bodies rocked both by their eagerness for each other as well as the motion of the train. She looked at her breasts and fondled them, in remembrance of Rahul nuzzling himself against them and nibbling the nipples , chewing. Thinking of this she hugged a pillow, and rocking herself with a finger in the cunt, she dozed off to sleep, dreaming of Rahul beside her. 

Next morning, she woke up relieved, as the flow had started. Breathing a silent prayer, she went to prepare herself. She called up HR and informed them that she needed to take a day's casual leave, to take care of an emergency at home. Madhavi had an excellent record, and HR was more than helpful to accommodate her. She called her team leader and Rahul too, informing them that she would not be in. Rahul was concerned and wanted to know if he could help, she told him that she needed to take care of some work at home. hence the absence. She told Rahul, that if were free later in the afternoon, they could meet for coffee at any of the usual places they went to. Rahul agreed instantly, and they made a plan to meet at Coffee Day at the Ambience Mall. Finishing the breakfast, Madhavi went to her bedroom, and sat in front of her laptop. She looked up contraception on Google and found a list of articles explaining the pros and cons of each method. She was not certain of any method except getting Rahul to wear a condom, for correct protection. 

Madhavi dozed off, and by the time she woke up, it was near lunchtime. She ate lunch silently while her mother bustled around the household. Presently, she came by and sat down at the lunch table. Beti, she started, now that bhayya log are settled with Surendar Mamoo, and they will marry his daughters, I now want you to settle down. I know you are not liking the matches, I am bringing you, if you have someone in mind, do let me know. 

Her mother had planned to go and settle in along with her son's, it would be an opportunity for her to get some good cock thrusts some nights from her cousin, Surendar. Madhavi, did not say anything, her mother's words only increased her anxiety about her new and rapidly blooming relationship with Rahul. She was still very pensive about the meeting with Rahul in the afternoon. 

A few minutes after lunch, Rahul called. Shall I come an pick you up and we go for a drive? And we could have coffee somewhere on the highway? I have to drop off some important paperwork at a customer's place and it's on the way, he explained. Madhavi agreed and said she would be ready in 30 minutes, and he could pick her up at the bus stop near her house. 

Madhavi, had a quick shower, changed into a fresh but slightly loose salwar kameez. She dabbed some light perfume that Rahul had got for her in Jaipur, and draping a dupatta over her upper body, she called out to her mother that she would be back by the evening. 

No sooner she had reached the bus stop, Rahul called on her mobile and said he was around the corner. She spotted his car, and stepped forward as he slowed down to a stop. She got into the front seat, and their lips met. Ummm, badi tazzi lag rahi ro! Ummm, you are tasting so fresh! You are looking prettier than usual, Madhavi, remarked Rahul, as he took the Ring Road. The customer's office was five minutes away, and soon, Rahul had parked the car. I will stay here, come back soon, said Madhavi. Ok, dear, it won't be more than 10 minutes, promised Rahul. Leaving the car running for the air conditioning, Rahul stepped out and went into the office. 

Madhavi fiddled with the FM Radio and settled down to a station playing older romantic songs. She thought about her concerns and how to express them to Rahul, and when. Soon, Rahul come out of the building, got in and smiled as he heard Kishore Kumar crooning one of his favorite love songs. So, this is what you want it to be, Madhavi!! Yes, Rahul dear, this is what I want it to be. Let's go on the highway and find a place to sit and chat, she asked. Sure dear, much better than Coffee Day in the Mall. 

You seem, a bit worried, Madhavi, sensed Rahul. Not really, dear, replied Madhavi. Madhavi explained about how her brothers had been settled, and Rahul said that it was good for them. Life in the city was spoiling them and they had it too easy with Madhavi bringing in the regular paycheck. Now they would have to work hard and be under the supervision of an older male person, who would knock the required sense into them. 

Yes, true, but now my mother asked me if I had anyone in mind to get married to. Oh, Rahul, how can I marry anyone, when my heart and body want to be with you always. Tears, streamed down Madhavi's face, and Rahul was lost for words. He pulled over to the service lane and found a rest area with a restaurant and a shaded wood which served as a park to stretch the travel weary. He stopped the car, leaned over and hugged her. 

Taking a couple of paper napkins, he shushed her, and kissed her closed eyelids, wiped the flowing tears, all the while embracing her. She quieted down, and soon Madhavi had her lips seeking Rahul's. She drew him closer, and nuzzled him. He moved his right hand over her crotch, and fumbled with her salwar. It's that time, Rahul, she whispered softly He moved his hand over her unopened salwar, and she spread her thighs. He rubbed on her pad over where her clit would be. Ummmm, she murmured. They clung to each other, wordless for a few minutes, and then separated. Straightening their clothes, they stepped out and made their way to the restaurant. 

Settling down at a corner table, they placed their order. Rahul was also in deep thought. He too woke up to the realities of the tryst. He was aware now, that Madhavi was well and truly smitten by him, and as he was already married, it would be a real triangle to sort out. Penny for your thoughts, smiled Madhavi, as she snapped her fingers in front of Rahul. Rahul broke out of his reverie, and smiled back wanly. Did I say something that disturbed you Rahul, she asked. No, it's reality, Madhavi, isn't it, returned Rahul. I too love you a lot, but you know, I can't leave my wife. I am all she has in this world. Until I met you and wanted you, she too was all I had, he continued. The waiter served their order, and they finished it in silence and got up. Rahul left some money on the table and they were soon on the highway back towards Madhavi's house. The rest of the journey was in silence, as each absorbed the complexity of what lay ahead, and how they would sort this out. 

Reaching the bus top, Rahul squeezed Madhavi's arm, and she turned towards him and gave him a peck on the cheek. She got out, waved to him and turned into the lane. Rahul sighed, as he saw her cute perky bums swaying. He had hoped that they would have some fun this afternoon, but with her periods running and the wake up call, things had turned out differently. Looking at his watch, Rahul decided he was in no mood to go to the office any more. Dialing his manager, he told him that he had delivered the documents package to the customer, and since his car was giving some problem, he wanted the day off to get it fixed. Getting his boss's consent, he set off towards home, planning to get a beer en route to cool off. 

Rahul finished the beer in his car, and chucked the empties in a trash can, en route home and for good measure, peed alongside it. Reaching the apartment block, and parking his car, he made his way to the elevator, feeling more refreshed than when he dropped off Madhavi. Getting out of the elevator, he was home a couple of hours earlier than usual. He wondered whether his wife, Radhika, was at home. 

Seeing the door closed, he got the keys out and thought that Radhika was probably at a neighbours place and decided to call her mobile when inside. He opened the door and stepped in. The TV was switched on and was playing a late afternoon game show for ladies. 

Sitting down, and taking off his shoes, he noticed the bedroom room door ajar and he was seeing an amazing and astonishing sight. 

Two women were completely nude, and oblivious of the entry of Rahul into the house. Radhika was standing being embraced and having her breasts sucked by their neighbour Pramila. Radhika soon knelt down and buried her face in between Pramila's spread legs and started to use her tongue on her, while Pramila was squeezing her own tits. Radhika stook up and Pramila started on her. One could see the enjoyment on their faces that they were loving it very much. They moved over onto the bead and were soon licking each other in 69 and they were in the throes of a bringing each other to mutual orgasm. Pramila put a double dildo in her cunt and Radhika was pushing it in and out to Pramila's moans of delight. Pramila had her fingers in Radhika's choot, and he could see her moist fingers with the dew from his wife's cunt, as he went closer to the door. He could smell the juices, so powerful was the aroma released women. They were really enjoying with each other, and Rahul was startled by the fact that he had discovered that his wife was a true bi. 

She had told him earlier that as college girls they would indulge in lesbian acts with close friends in the hostel rooms. He had dismissed this as her sexual fantasies when they used to indulge in role play during fucking. He realised that this was a fact, and that she must have been indulging in this with Pramila for some time. He now had a raging hard on, and was tempted to enter the room and commence a menage-a-trois, but held back, thinking that he could use the knowledge to best sort of the triangle of his own. 

Areey, meri pyari Pramila... meri Radhika, ... aaaja, ... andar aaja, aa rahi hoo, kaisa lag raha hai, ooooh, aur ghusa andar 

Areey, my darling Pramila... my Radhika, ... inside please, ... come inside, i am coming, how is the feeling, ooooh, more, more, push it in 

Having realised that this would be the way out of the triangle, he wanted to grasp the chance with both hands. The only snag would be if Madhavi was unwilling to get into a lesbian arrangement. To the sounds of the two women screaming and screeching, calling each other to get it on harder, he walked back to the sofa. 


Madhavi Ch. 06



Aahhh, Pramila... ooooh, andhar ghusa, aur dabaa, areee meri jaan, meri rannd, aaaja , Radhika, areey, main tere bina nahi jee sakti, arrey, mammey dabaa meri ... ooooh... 

Aahhh, Pramila... ooooh, shove it in, squeeze harder, oh my love, my whore, come, Radhika, areey, I can't live without you, arrey, squeeze my tits ... ooooh... 

The sounds ceased and he could make them out in an embrace thru the thin curtain. It was dark where he was seated, so his presence would not have been obvious to them. They were kissing each other, and moving their hips. The double dildo was firmly in each others cunt, and from the low hum, seemed to have a vibrator as well. He could make out their squirming and thrusting, as they rode each other with the faux cock. Pramila started moaning her husband's name, and son was shouting, fuck me, fuck me, chodo mujhe, chodo re, mother fucker, madar chod, who are you screwing with, kisko chod raha hai rey, pimp, badakhow! Radhika was murmuring something, and Rahul could not make that out against Pramila's screams. Soon Radhika was also shouting, Rahul, you bastard, Rahul, haaraamzade, You have been fucking Madhavi, that bitch, Tu Madhavi ko thok raha hai na, You like that whore's cunt do you!! Woh randi ki choot ko pasand karta re! You can't fuck me the way I want, you want that bitch too!! Tu mujhe chodd nahi sakta jaise mai chahti hoon, aur us kutiya ko bhi chahtha rey!! Fuck me Fuck me, Pramila, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, harder, ooooohhhhh. Oooh Radhika, you fuck so well. Ooooohhhh.. Give it to me, dont stop, dont stop, ooohh, aaahhh, nooo, dddddooooonnnnnttttt ssssstttttoooopppp!! 

Rahul was shocked at hearing this!! How could she have known!! Radhika was clever, and somehow she had been either tipped off or been keeping an eye on him. 

The girls were at it and he could see the sweat glistening on the bodies when they came into view. Their movements slowed down, and Rahul decided to step out of the house unobserved, as he wanted to think this through calmly. 

Confronting Radhika and Pramila was now out of the question, as the revelation of Radhika's knowledge of Madhavi, was something of a new twist. 

Letting himself out of the house without a sound, he went down the stairs, so as to be out of sight as quickly as possible. Luckily for him, there was no one in the corridors, and he soon had his car on the way to the local watering hole. It was still just six, so the place was empty except for a couple of very late lunchers who were slurring over their drinks, obviously having had too many. 

Rahul ordered a small bottle of beer and called Madhavi, and explained that there was something to talk about. Being already a bit late, Madhavi was reluctant to come out again, and asked Rahul to discuss over the call itself. But this was not a topic Rahul wanted to have, without being face to face. 

Madhavi's POV 

I was very confused while called to go out with Rahul this afternoon, and all the time I was thinking about how I could come of this tangle. I tried to not hurt Rahul, as he was obviously in love with me, and I started thinking that it was my own fault to have led him on and let it happen. My playful flirting was what had started it off, and what man could resist the moves of a willing and desirable woman. There had been that moment when she had slapped him when she wanted him to stop, but it had hurt her so much to see his reaction, that she gave in to him, and desired him fully/ He fucked so well, and satisfied me to the utmost. I was unwilling to give that up. 

We had some soft petting in the car and had hugged intensely. Stepping outside the car, and waving him goodbye, was one of the toughest moments in my recent times. I was not sure of how he would react to my outpourings of the afternoon. 

I walked home, washed up, and soon was in my home wear of an old but comfortable nighty. My mother had gone out, perhaps to the local bazaar to purchase groceries. I sat and thought about who I could share this with, and Madhu came to mind. 

There was just one person who I had shared things with in my life and that was my college friend, Madhu, whose secret about Subodh I had kept to date. In fact to thank me for this, she visited me in my hostel room, during the days we were clearing out and kissed me warmly on my lips. You dont have a boyfriend to do this for you, so here it is, she whispered. I had clung onto her hug for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine. 

Wow, what passion. It seemed we wanted to forget the world completely and surge ourselves into each other. We started kissing each other slowly and tenderly at first and then getting more sensual, our oral fluids mingling and exploring our tongues. Madhu pushed me against a wall nearby and pulled up her kameez off, and loosened her salwar knot and stepped out of it. She was in her bra and panties now. She pulled her left leg up and placed it on my waist. She started caressing my left thigh with one hand and held my waist with the other. I pulled her panty down as she flipped out of her bra. My saree was off, and I was soon in my birthday suit as well. 

Reciprocally. I gripped Madhu tightly in my embrace. In no time Madhu started to move her waist back and forth rubbing her pussy with mine. She cupped her boobs and pressed them tight. To this, I let out a soft moan with beautiful expression that made Madhu crazy. She left my lips and kissed my neck, shoulder and finally my cleavage. She licked my cleavage for sometime and then released my boobs. She sucked my pink nipples and slightly chewed on them. She kept pressing my other boob with her hand and rubbed my waist too. We kissed each other fondly on the lips, our mounds grinding, and then we would lap up each others juices. 

I started rubbing my hand on Madhu's pussy on top of her salwar and this made things hotter. Madhu then inserted her hand down inside the saree and started searching for my love hole. She inserted her finger in the wet pit and fingered me deeply. I started moaning louder calling out Madhu's name and Madhu digging deeper. We lost our control and started making love like animals. 

She jumped on top of me and she took me as easily as a child. She placed me on the bed and kept licking and sucking my melons and fingering my pussy. Now she inserted two of her fingers and increased the speed. I, in a seductive tone asked Madhu to suck my pussy. She slid my saree up and pushed her head into it. She sucked on my clit and then inserted her tongue deep in the love hole. She enjoyed me for 15 to 20 minutes and made me squirt on her face. Then she kissed me again so I could taste my own juices. 

She offered me Subodh, a couple of times, but I was happier with her, and said so. I suspected that it was more Subodh's desire to conquer me, rather than Madhu's desire to get me a man. 

Madhu was a little older and taller than I, but had smaller tits than mine. She was darker complexioned and a bit muscular. Our sessions were few but very enjoyable, as we pleasured each other during lazy afternoons. She made my pussy wet and probed the innards with her long fingers, delicately scratching the inner wall and rubbing a sensitive spot inside. She enjoyed dominating me in these, and made me lick her choot to bring her off. She would bring slender cucumbers, which we enjoyed thrusting into each others cunts with. Areeey Madhavi, choos meri choot ko .. she would entreat. Madhu, kya karwa rahi hai mujhey ... What are you making me do ... Tu meri raand hai rey ... You are my whore ... Ha teri raand hooo.. Yes.. I am your whore ... andar kar.. Put it in ... areey lowda ... You prick ... arrrey lund dal andar Yah .. Put the cock in ... ooohh ... 

I lay upon her breast now and started sucking them like a baby angry for a feeding and she was moaning in soft voice mmmmm. Slowly Madhavi It is hurting, oh bite my nipples gently, gently harder. Aaahhhh mmmmmm" and I was unable to resist with her tempting sounds and went down to her pussy. "I felt Subodh was a luckiest guy to get insert his dick into this pussy and made this a deep valley and I am further luckiest girl to place my tongue into this deep canyon and lick all her juices". 

I started licking her pussy like a horny bitch by spreading her legs to the maximum possible and she was pushing my head firmly towards her pussy to lick the walls of the deep valley and taste her juices. She was moaning out loadly "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh yyeeeaaaaahhhhh uussssssshhhhhhhh dekho aur chooso .. See and suck ... mmmmmaaaaaaaa aaaaahhhhh it's coming Mmmmaaaadddhhhaaavvvviiii ... uuuuuu". In few seconds she splashed her juices into my mouth and on my face and she came to me and licked all the juice which had fallen on my face. I was on cloud nine. She cleaned my face with her tongue and I poured her juices from my mouth into her mouth. 

Now she asked me to lay down and got the cucumber and kept it beside me. She rested on me and gave me smooches and the juicy mouth with deep and awesome smell was just irresistible and I was slapping her butts and she started abusing me Randi .. dekh re ab tak tu mujhe jaise chodi ho .. usse double chodna dekho Madhavi (till now you fucked me and be ready to bear my double heaven fuck)". She started squeezing my boobs and biting my erected nipples and with other hand she was trying to insert her fingers into my pussy hole. 

I was screaming like a possessed person, and I was and inserted my finger into her ass hole and started fingering it and we were in totally cloud nine and started moaning and we both forgot the surroundings of the room. Then she took dildo and wore around her waist and spread my legs and slowly by applying oil inserted into my pussy. I was shouting like a possessed woman Madhu ... dheere se.. chot lag raha hai ...(insert slowly as its paining me) mmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". She was saying, Bardash karo meri chudvai .. Mai ne kaha na .. tere ko daba ke chodunga ... bear my fuck as I said I am going to fuck you hard. 

Now we changed our position and she started fucking me in doggy style and I had taken her breasts into mouth and sucking hardly and tried to take her total breast in my mouth and I succeeded. She then made me to ride the dildo by taking me on top of her and I said I can't bare this pain Neelu take out the dildo from my pussy hole. She took out the dildo and made me to lie on bed and started sucking my pussy. I was saying and moaning "bahar ho rahaa haaaiii Maaadddhhhaaavvvviii aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm. yyeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (I was about to come Maaadddhhhaaavvvviii)" and I came with all my juices into her mouth and her mouth looked like a loaded gun with bullets and rest of juices fell on her forehead and I cleaned her face by rolling my tongue and she poured some juice into my mouth from her mouth. It was a beautiful attractive smell of the mingled juices. 

Another time it was bananas. After we worked up the stimulation, we would peel and insert a banana each up each others choots and then slowly nibble it out. In the middle of bites we would push the half eaten banana back into our inner depths and using our tongues, prise it back out to nibble again. Madhu always brought firm yet ripened bananas and we would go thru half a dozen of them. 

We especially delighted in oiling each other, on holidays, whole body and limbs and hair, with coconut oil, and lying languidly out on the floor of the room, and caressing each other with the soles of our feet. Aur dabbaa.. mere choochee par, paw laga... Choot par, aahhhh.. Press harder .. your soles on my breasts ... On my pussy .. aahhhh 

It would soon transform into a sixty niner, with our mouth lips kissing the nether lips, tongues darting, flicking across, juices oozing and mixing with the sweat and oil, a sweet and sour taste that lingered long afterwards. We would rub shikakai (a dry herb) powder and sandal (a fragrant tree) powder on each other and the oil would be caked off each other bodies. The dry massage that we gave each other after the oily, was itself a heightened sense of love. We took positions of passion, me on all fours, she standing with me around her, me to top, ... with Madhu always as the butch. She enjoyed kneading my tits and sucking on them. After a few orgasms, we would slumber, wrapped up in each other's arms, she with her protective hold and I with my receptive one. On wakening, she would lead me to the shower and while we were drenching under the water spray, she would take shikakai powder 

In my thoughts of Madhu, my lover of college days, that taste always springs forward, and never fails to make my cunt wet, even to this day. I am always there for you, she said when we said goodbyes from hostel and college life, as we parted after graduating. 

We were not sure of our next chance to meet, so our parting love session, was a lustful, and tearful too, and we hugged each other, naked in my hostel room. We made soft love, kissing each other all over, chewing on each others tits, and fingering each others cunts. 

My thoughts went to Radhika, Rahul's wife of 7 years. I had met her at office get togethers a couple of times, and she was a friendly person. About an inch or two above my height, she had smaller tits and was a little fairer than I. She did look at me in an appraising sort of manner, when we were introduced the first time. I knew they were childless, but had never asked Rahul why. 

I was rummaging about for Madhu's email id from my contacts list, and was thinking of how to explain the situation to her, when my phone rang. 

It was Rahul, and he sounded as if he was in a noisy place. Dear, we need to meet, he said. Now, not possible, mother may come back any moment and I can't explain why i needed to go out again. He was insistent and I gave in, and promised to meet him at the bus stop again. I quickly dressed and went out, before mother returned, to avoid giving any excuse. 

Radhika's POV 

I had been having lesbian tendencies since college days. During my later two years, I moved into a hostel where we were two to a room. Naturally, Sweta and I, who were lovers since the first year, since we discovered the sapphic pleasures, were room mates. We fuelled each others passion for a while and then we tired of just licking and sucking each other. We experimented with dildos on each other, and discovered more zones that could be thrilled. 

We also discovered boys, when Sweta brought her boyfriend one night and he fucked us both.Thus began the journey into bisexuality. I hungered for cock and cunt. I did not know what I liked better, but with both around, I had my full satisfaction.  

After college, I had to obey my parents, and get married. Rahul was the loving and doting husband, and I once confessed to him about my lesbian ways. It aroused him more, but he never mentioned it outside of our sexual interaction. Sex with Rahul was fun and passionate for the first few years, and then it came down to weekends and the occasional night when he or I got into the mood first. Of late it had come down to just a couple of times a month. 

One night, as Rahul was sleeping, I opened his pyjama string, and pulled in down. Playing with his balls, I started to lick his flaccid manhood. As it stirred and rose, I started to suck on the cockhead and it became rock hard. Rahul woke to a feast of his lovely naked wife having got him ready. Our eyes met, and my hunger was apparent. I moved and positioned my cunt over his dick and impaled myself on him. Moving slowly, I built up the rhythm of my hips and all the whi;e he was caressing me and stroking my breasts, as I humped him. My movements became faster and faster as I went into y first orgasm. Rahul turned me around, with his hard dick still in me and took me doggy style. Squeezing my mammey, breasts, he thrust harder and harder, his cock reaching the end of the cavern, as he rode me to my second and third before he came in a huge flow of cum inside of me. He continued to stroke slowly, as the juices mingled inside. 

In spite of our regular and thorough sexual action, I was not able to conceive. Our visits for medical advice showed that Rahul was fine, but due to some congenital issue, I would require to undergo a minor operation. We went thru the procedure, but that had no effect. Rahul was disappointed, I could make out, but he was more concerned about what it would mean for me, and was very gentle about the topic, and promised that there would be a way out and wanted to consult some more specialists. 

A few times when Sweta visited us over the years, we would have a dalliance in the afternoon for old times sake. We would lie in bed together, sometimes clothed, sometimes naked, hugging each other. We loved to go down on each other, and tasting each other, as we remembered the lazy days of our college life. 

Then Pramila moved in next door a couple of years ago. Wife of a merchant navy officer, he was away for long periods of duty, sometimes as long as 4 months. We became friendly, and over time, started to spend time watching TV serials together. In one serial, there was a lesbian theme. We watched it regularly, and one day she casually asked me if I had any such experience. I inadvertantly blushed, and she came close to me, hugged me and kissed me. That afternoon, we pampered each other, caressing each others bodies for the first time, and licking and sucking each others breasts and cunts. 

Pramila moaned as I ran her mouth over her ample breasts. Her finger moved up and down like a musician playing an instrument between my wet and dripping pussy lips. One by one i sucked and she guided me how to suck bite how to suck lick how to suck and kiss breasts with her sexy voice same time her fingers moved on my clitoris.. As my pussy was giving me current with her fingers, i bit her breasts more hard. And finally in some time as her finger tips performed an erotic butterfly dance on my clitoris my juice was dripping and i had the second orgasm in my life.. Biting her nipple so hard and she moaned mooooommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.. 

I hugged her and kept sucking her nipple like a child ...as her fingers slowly massaged my too wet slippery dripping pussy with love. She kissed my hair and then kissed my mouth.. Then as I watched she licked her wet fingers tasting my pussy juice from her fingers..She drank my juice and kissed and sucked in turn, my stomach, my breasts and then finally kissed my mouth me fully naked, she in petticoat, with our breasts crushing each other.. 

Moving downwards, she ran my fingers over my cunt and found the early drops of my juices starting to flow out. Ooohh... Raadhhhiiikkaaa ... aaah ... she gasped. I rolled over as Pramila took charge, and brought her mouth to bear on my womanhood. Pearls of dew glistened but briefly on my nether lips, as they were lapped up thirstily by Pramila. Ppprraammmiiiillllaaaa ,,,,, please fuck me ... mujhe chodo... bhar poor chod dolo .. fuck me to my fill... as she dove two fingers inside me and started to massage my g-spot inside. I was riding a high, as I imagined her coming to make love to me every day and satisfy my desires for being serviced by a older woman. 

She told me that she had shared her needs with her husband, and he was okay as long as it was strictly lesbian and no guys. Pramila was slimmer and taller, and would take the dominant role. 

Recently, when Rahul had returned from his Jaipur trip, I noticed a couple of strands of hair on his kurta that were definitely a woman's. Holding the garment closer, I could make out a slight perfume, that also was not mine. I remembered that Rahul had mentioned he was going to Jaipur for some exhibition where his company had put up the stall. He had mentioned his colleagues names but I had forgotten. I called Rahul's office and pretended to be a customer who had visited their stall in Jaipur, and wanted the name of the sales lady at the kiosk. It was then I discovered about Madhavi. 




Madhavi Ch. 06



During Rahul's Baroda trip, I called up the office and pretended to be Madhavi's friend. I discovered that she too had gone to Baroda. On his return, I looked for the strands, which were present and also that signature perfume. It did not take me long to put two and two together. I remembered Madhavi from a couple of occasions, and while I was initially angry, I got over it quickly, as I too was having a secret from Rahul, ie my lesbian lover, Pramila. 

That afternoon, Pramila and I had a great fuck session when she brought out the double dildo, which her husband had sent over from one of his stop overs. We inserted it into each other after a long session of naked embracing, and sucking each others pussies, and rammed our hips against each other, till our cunnies sore, after multiple orgasms. 

As we relaxed, I told Pramila about my discovery of Rahul's cheating and how I felt about it. It was Pramila who suggested that I should work it out with Rahul and get to share Madhavi with Rahul. Since that day, in my sex with Pramila, I enjoyed abusing Rahul and Madhavi, and got a big kick out of it. All the while, I was secretly building up a desire to move into a dominant role in a lesbian relation with Madhavi. It also thrilled me to perhaps cuckold Rahul, while I fucked Madhavi with my own double pole. 

I had just finished a great afternoon of physical mating with Pramila. She was going to move to Mumbai, where her husband was to be based on a permanent shore position for a couple of years. I was sad that she would be moving on, but she promised to visit often and invited us to visit them. Having showered together, Pramila went home to look after her children. I got into my comfortable pyjama suit, made dinner and cuddled up in the sofa waiting for Rahul. Exhausted from the vigorous afternoon workout with Pramila, I dozed off. 

I was woken up by Rahul, around 10:00. He must have let himself in. He was kissing my forehead and I whiffed that perfume again. Oh Rahul, I dozed off waiting for you, I said with a yawn. Muttering something about a late meeting, he went into shower and change, while I went about setting dinner. Over dinner, we were each exchanging glances, wondering whether we each other knew what we knew. 

Main Storyline: 

Rahul picked up Madhavi and they drove down to a nearby restaurant. Over coffee, Rahul revealed his discovery of the afternoon. They discussed how Rahul should handle it, and Rahul suggested that he would talk to Radhika and make a deal with her so that Madhavi and Rahul could continue their affair, while she carried on hers. Madhavi, put her hand on Rahul's and said, let's not do anything in a hurry, let's wait a day or two. Madhavi got a curling feeling in her cunt, when she mused of an alternate relationship with Radhika as well, to cement everything. Suddenly everything was turning out well. 

Madhavi reminded Rahul that it was getting late and he should head home, before Radhika called. They wrapped up, and closer to the car, Madhavi took Rahul in her arms and gave him a long hug and kissed his lips. Having dropped Madhavi at her doorstep, he was soon heading home. Opening the front door, he saw Radhika curled up in the sofa, with a blissful smile on her face. He woke her up gently, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Radhika awoke with a start, and stood up groggily and yawned. She heard Rahul saying he would shower and be back, while she made her way to set the dinner. She knew that Rahul had been out with Madhavi, the signature fragrance was a give away. She smiled to herself, knowing that if she played her cards right, Madhavi would soon be hers, hers to share with Rahul and not the other way around. She was unsure if this was the right time to bring up the topic, and she felt it wise to postpone it. Just thinking about Madhavi in bed, moistened her choot. She felt randy, and a naughty thought popped in, that it was a good time to get Rahul to do things to her tonite, and perhaps even dress up Rahul in her bra and panty!! 

They spent the night, in their thoughts on who would take the first step in disclosure. Rahul's dick was on a hop, and he could not resist the temptation of making a move on Radhika. She was a great lover in bed, and his cock had been satisfied with Radhika for the duration of their marriage. 

Radhika's cunt was also moist, and she longed for Rahul to suck and lick her cunt. Rahul, she whispered, Kya mai ab pasand nahi aa rahi hoon! Am I not to you linking nowadays? Rahul, turned and hugged her. Nahi, tum to kabhi mere pasand se nahi gayi .. You were and are always to my liking ... Tab, mujhe kyoon nahi chod rahe hon? Why are you not fucking me? Mujhe chod kar teen mahine ho gaye ... It's been three months since you fucked me ... 

Rahul, moved closer and undid her lingerie hooks, and felt her tits. He rubbed his fingers on then and pinched her nipples. Radhika brought up her legs and spread her thighs, waiting for Rahul's fingers to caress her cunt. She was watering down there. Rahul had both his hands now on her womanly globes, and moved his mouth downwards, starting at her cleavage and moving down to navel, kissing it and running his tongue in her belly button, and drawing a straight line from the navel to the top of her vaginal ravine. Slurping on her labia, he sensed the flow of her lubricating fluids. His prick was now getting stiffer by the second. He had hoped to screw Madhavi today, but was not willing. The turn of the day's events, had really turned him on, and wanted to ravish Radhika, much more than ever. 

Rahul, I love you, she murmured as she ran her fingers thru his lush hair. She loved his dense crop, which he wore well, as compared to many of his balding friends. She stroked his ears and ran her fingers down his neck. Guiding him down to her twat, she felt his gentle darting tongue, exploring her nether lips and searching for her knob, which was getting firmer by the passing second. Rahul was using his hands to delicately run over her neck and face, and she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked and alternately kissed the tips. 

She loved Rahul's ways to pleasure her. With women it was separate experience, she loved being taken by Rahul. Rahul's prick was stiff now and ready to enter Radhika's pussy. Janneman, mujhe le le ... Lover of mine .. take me take me... urged, Radhika. Her thoughts were flitting between Rahul and Madhavi and that scenario was making her more horny. She was looking forward to Madhavi joining them in a live in relationship, and a part of their life hereon. 

Rahul moved upwards, and shifted his loins to Radhika's. He positioned his dick near her hole and gently sought the entry. She used her fingers to guide it in, and they started the rhythmic movements that every man and woman is naturally made for. Her fluids were flowing in a flood, and Rahul was able to make his piston move into the woman socket, and was bringing Radhika to higher and higher planes of ecstasy. In a motion of delight, Radhika arched in her first burst. She got her second as Rahul came in a huge release of his pent up cum, and his cock was bathed in the mix of his cum and her lubricating juices. He continued the pelvic reciprocation, as she came in her third. She pushed him back, and took his dick in her mouth and gently brought it to it's steady state, by devouring all the cum and pussy fluid that it was coated with. In afterglow, they clasped each other, caressing each other, much like first time lovers. 

The hectic fornication activity and the great conjoining between man and woman exhausted them, and they drifted into dreamland, in each other's arms. Not surprisingly, the object of their dreams was the same, it was, ... Madhavi 

More will follow in continuation of this erotic journey ... 

Hindi sex slang glossary 

While I have made every effort to intersperse the vernacular with English alongside, I have made a small compilation for reader's convenience 

Hindi: English 

Choot / Phuddi / Bund: Cunt / Pussy 

Lund / Lowda: Cock / Dick 

Choochee / Choocheeya / Mammey: Tit / Tits / Tits 

Chooso: Suck me 

Chodo: Fuck me 

Chodna: To fuck 

Chudvai: Fucking 

Gaand: Arse 

Gaand Maarna: Fuck the arse 

Hont: Lips 

Baal: Hair 

Jhaant ke baal: Pubic hair 

Madar chod: Mother fucker 

Maa ka lowda: Mother fucker 

Behen chod: Sister fucker 

Behen ka lowda: Sister fucker 

Beti chod: Daughter fucker 

Haramzaade: Bastard 

Peeshap: Piss 

Raand: Whore 

Mutt maro / Mutth Maarna: To jack off, masturbate 

Bhosdee: Loose vagina



Madhavi Ch. 1-2



Hi! I am Rahul and this is the first time I am writing to you about experiences I can never forget. I hope you can relate to it, since it was the sort of opportunity which comes in every man's way, but, only a few lucky ones can grab it.

I have been working in an office which has equal number of females as males. Most girls are from middle-class backgrounds, with a lot of "moralistic" shit ingrained into them. But, one girl, Madhavi stands apart. She is pretty, slim (perhaps extra slim, except at places that matter), 5'3" tall without heels, and has bazookas that defy gravity.

It all started innocently, with both of us going for an appointment in another office around lunch time. As usual, the meeting lasted a few hours and both of us were hungry. On reaching the car, I suggested to Madhavi that we should have a snack at one of the Fast-food joints like Wimpys, MacDonalds or KFC nearby. Since she was not interested in burgers, we opted for KFC and ordered spicy-crispy chicken. Soon the conversation veered to life in college, boyfriends, etc. Madhavi told me that she has a lot of male friends - all in computer hardware, but, none of them can be called boyfriends. This was expected from an Indian girl belonging to the middle-class, who waits till her parents select a suitable boy and then marry her off to a life she can do nothing about - happy or unhappy - the latter state being a result of either an indifferent husband or pesterings.

She told me that her father had expired about two years back, and she was the eldest. Her household was dependent on her for expenses and she had a mother and two brothers. While she was not particularly concerned about her place in life and the responsibilities thrust on her, her brothers were a cause for concern, since both of them had dropped out from school and were doing practically nothing, except spending time with their friends - a set of nogoodniks. So, shaadi was one thing far away from her mind, more so because of the fact that while she may not consider her life at home even remotely similar to her dreams and aspirations, but, she dreaded the thought of getting married and being controlled by her husband and his family, who may or may not love her. She wanted love, and not just being a receptacle for her husband's lust or a factory for producing his clones.

Madhavi, I found, even at the sweet age of 25, was intelligent and perceptive. As the discussion progressed, we found ourselves talking about subjects on the fringes of sex. For example, she said that she dressed conservatively because she had big boobs (she called them "choochees"), and travelling in buses meant attracting as little attention as possible to her obvious assets. She also informed me that she wore tight bras, since her choochees had a bounce to them when she walked. I noticed that while she was talking, she had moved her shoulders back and was displaying her obvious milky assets in their covers. Her nipples were peaked and combined with her cupid's bow lips eating the chicken drumstick by inserting it in her mouth, I could not help getting a hard-on. I told her so and she gave me a shy, coy smile - of a girl obviously pleased to turn-on a man. She added that she was very attracted to me, but, I was out-of-bounds, since I was married and had a family. "Aap apne jaisa koyi ladka mere liye kyon nahin dhoond dete?"

Anyway, while talking, the time flew so fast that we realised that it was evening, and she had to go back home. Since neither of us wanted to part immediately, I offered to drop her near her house. She sat in the car in the front seat, while I started driving. While driving, I saw her stealing glaces at my crotch, and I on the other hand, was very beholden by her beautiful mammaries which were jutting out, the nipples trying to bore a hole through her bra and kameez. She was crossing and uncrossing her long and slim legs, looking like an epitome of sexiness. Nothing happened, but, after having enjoyed each others' company so much, we decided to try and meet more often, outside the office. She was of course paranoid about someone seeing us together, so we decided that we will go for long drives when ever we managed to go out.

Soon, we started going out - driving out of the city in the evenings to the outskirts, talking about each other, our families, our problems and most important - our desires. She was a virgin and had heard a lot about sex, but, was inexperienced due to the strait-laced society that all middle-class homes belong to. Although I was attracted to her immensely and wanted desperately to fondle her beautiful boobs, kiss her passionately, caress her long shapely legs - and get into her panties as soon as possible, noting her inhibitions, I decided to take it slow. Otherwise too, sex and love, to me are emotions which are best satisfied if both the participants are equally involved. I wanted her at fever pitch and knew that neither the office, nor the city would offer us any opportunity where she could get rid of her inhibitions. During our talks, it was implicitly understood (and even vocalised sometimes) that no waves are to be created, which could rock any boat - my marriage, or, her chances of getting a good match. 

Madhavi, in many ways communicated her attraction to me, as did I - like taking the lint off my coat, or wiping a piece of food perched on my moustache - and I by caressing her back, and at times, while crossing a road, proprietarily putting my hand on her pretty ass to lead her across the road. I was in heaven when I gave small squeezes to her ass - firm and round, yet soooo soft to touch.

Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Jaipur, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Madhavi, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall. In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Madhavi was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Plaza about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Madhavi still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Madhavi in my car in the morning and we would drive to Jaipur - a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to.

Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Jaipur. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhiliration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Madhavi was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city.

In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Jaipur. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Madhavi flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few salwar-kameez suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight kameez that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Madhavi might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn’t take any actions to confirm my opinion.

On return to the Hotel, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises. 

In the room, I offered her a drink - knowing that she was averse to the smell of alcohol, I ordered a Screwdriver for her - vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and not knowing the effects of alcohol, gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs - the classic "angdaai" (sexy stretch), which showed off her curves even more. I asked her "Kya tumhara kabhi sex ka man nahin karta"? (Don't you ever feel the need for sex?)

She said "Karta to hai, par kaise karoon?" (I do feel the need, but, how do I go about it?)

I once again asked her "Kya tum apni pussy ya choot se khelti nahin?" (Don't you play with your pussy?). She genuinely seemed to be shocked by the question and demurely said "Ooper se sehlaane se kucch kucch accha lagta hai. Maine ek baar toothbrush ka handle andar daalne ki koshish kee thi, par, dard ke dar se ooper se mal kar reh gai." (Rubbing it at the top does give me pleasuable feelings. I did try to insert a toothbrush handle once, but, due to the pain, I had to satisfy myself by just rubbing the top of my pussy).

I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her, to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth, to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her tongue and licked her lips at the taste of my pre-come, to slide my throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind in control, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma of Madhavi’s sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles to grip a hard toothbrush, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would feel in her sheath. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Madhavi’s thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her again. When orgasm took away her self control, did she moan low and throatily from her chest, whisper in baby talk, yell obscene commands at her lover, or did she bite her lip in a vain attempt to stay silent? The questions were endless and obsessive.

She had gone to the bathroom to take a leak, and on her return, she said "Itna sunder bathroom hai. Isme to bath tub bhi hai, aur shower bhi." (Oooh such a nice bathroom. It has not a tub, but also a shower). Wistfully, she said "Mera man hamesha tub mein nahane ka karta raha hai. Aap ko to pata hai ki mujhe barsaat ka mausam kitna pasand hai. Shower mein bilkul barsaat ki tarah nahaa sakti hoon." (I've always felt like soaking myself in a bath-tub, and I can bathe under the shower just like I would love to do it during the rainy season).

"Han Madhavi, dono kaam ho sakte hain" (Yes Madhavi, it is possible for you to make both your wishes come true) I said, barely above a whisper, imagining her beautiful nude body in the shower, the water cascading down her ample breasts and dripping from her pussy, between her shapely legs. "Main garam paani chalaa deta hoon. Tub bhar jai to usme dono kaam kar sakti ho." (I can run the hot water, and when it is full, you can soak yourself both in the tub and take a shower too).

She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face. "Rahul, what are you saying? Mere paas yahan na to kapde hain aur na hi towel. Accha ab dinner karlein? Phir mujhe apne Hotel bhi jaana hai. Main bahut thak gayee hoon saara din exhibition mein khadi-khadi" (I don't have any clean clothes here, nor a towel. Lets go for dinner. After that I have to go to my Hotel too. I am quite tired after standing at the exhibition counter for so long). She smiled irresistably at me. I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire.

We had dinner and came back to the room. I jokingly suggested that she should stay the night in the room. Madhavi laughed. "Since you’re a gentleman, Rahul, would you like to help me carry these boxes to the car?" She motioned at the stack of papers and cases.

We got the boxes and started carrying them to the door. She bent over to put hers down and for a few seconds. Her ass swayed only a few inches away from me. Then she reached for the latch on the door, and with a shriek she lost her balance. 

She fell towards me, but I couldn’t grab her because of the boxes in my hands, so I tried to block her fall with my body. I stepped into her way. She grabbed my shoulder with one hand. Her other hand grabbed my belt buckle and pushed it into my stiff cock. She had to know I was hard. Her left hand rested above my penis as she pulled herself up. My cock was hard again, and she had to feel it with her hand where it was. She brushed her right breast against my left arm while getting up. I was getting even more aroused than I had been all day. "Whew, that was a close one," she said. "Thanks for being there."

I said, "It was nothing, Madhavi" and winced at the almost adolescent break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then brightened and smiled at me. She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked up the loose papers which had fallen when she almost did.

Madhavi popped up before me and said, "It wasn’t nothing, Rahul. It was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn’t even drop any boxes. I think you deserve a kiss for that." My cock throbbed. 

Madhavi kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn’t wide open. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn’t tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Madhavi kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole body kiss, vibrant with a promise of future passion, more intimate than sex. I knew that it was inevitable, that Madhavi would beg for me to plunge my hard cock again and again into her dripping pussy, sawing back and forth until we exploded into an orgasmic tidal wave, that she would plead for me to stimulate her with my tongue until she cried tears of happiness, that she would trade anything to slurp my prick between her lips and suck it until it jetted spurts of hot spunk onto her shining face, and that she would rub it deeply into her skin in thrilling lust to become one with my scent and my seed. 

I knew the answers to the questions that had earlier haunted me. I knew the taste of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her sweet cunt. I knew without knowing how I knew these things. I knew the feel of her back, her buttocks, her hands cupping my balls, her pussy sheathing my manhood. I knew her cries of ecstasy, they were like her laugh, musical and entrancing, and were as contagious. I knew the sweet torment as my penis grew more and more excited in her warm, soft, wet mouth while her tongue swirled the tip and her teeth calmed its fury with moments of pain, until it could no longer be stilled and the sperm boiled up through the shaft of my penis and splattered into her throat, her vagina, onto her face, her tits, her hands, her arms, her back, her sweat-soaked hair.

All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the seconds that Madhavi and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist, and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast.

We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer startled by headlights and shook her head. "We can’t go on" she said.

I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside. "We’re ready for it. We have to take the next step, Madhavi."

"No!" she said. "We can’t just have sex. We have a working relationship. We WORK with each other."

"Oh, Madhavi. You felt what I felt. We both want it. We both need it. I am going to fuck your brains out, Madhavi, and you want to feel my lund fucking your hot little pussy."

I was panting, my emotions finally reaching words. "I’m going to undress you and you’re going to undress me. You can’t wait to hold my lund with your hand. You can’t wait to taste it, to slide my fat cock into your mouth. I already know what it’s like to share every taboo secret with you. That kiss was like all the chudai in the world. We’ve already fucked. We just need to do it again."

"No" she whispered, but stopped shaking her head.

"Tum meri jaan ho aur main tumhara ghulam." (You are as dear to me as my life, and I am your slave).

She stared, silent.

"Madhavi," I moved towards her "we can’t help it. We don’t have a choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won’t ever stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it."

I moved to embrace and kiss her. "You need it, Madhavi. You need this more than you’ve ever needed anything."

She pulled away and slapped me in the face.

"No!" she shouted at me. "I won’t be your office affair! Mujhe tumahara loda nahin chahiye!" (I don't need your cock!) She was raging, out of control. "I don’t need you. I will have a husband to fuck my choot, thank you, and he will do fine. I can wait for it. Main uska lund bhi choosoongi (I'll even suck his cock) when he wants. And you already have someone else. You cheating bastard, you’re married!"

She was scaring me. Had I construed her looks of passion, the delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and innuendo from nothing? Was I losing it? Why was she lying like this? Was I going crazy?

She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she continued "Aur yeh pyar-vyar, taqdeer, sacchi mohabbat (and this love, kismet, true-love..). Perfect love. Ideal love. What you are talking about doesn’t exist! I have love and I don’t need a dirty little affair with a co-worker to get it! Mere se aisi baatein na karo. (Don't talk to me about such things)"

I felt like I needed to puke. I fled to the bathroom. After breathing heavily into the toilet bowl, inhaling the completely real atmosphere, my heart stopped beating quite so fast. I was dizzy, and came back to the room. I lay on the bed staring at the floor lamp until I could stand up again.

My thoughts were boiling. I’d already lost my best friend at work. I was probably going to lose my job if she reported it to our boss. I was probably going to lose my marriage. There was a good chance I was really going crazy; or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my head on the pillow and wished I could cry. I told myself "Rahul, you’ve fucked it up royally this time."

I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with tears on my cheeks.

Someone said my name. "Rahul?"

I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted.

"Rahul, can you look at me?" I shook my head, no.

Hands on my shoulders, kneading. "I’m sorry, Rahul. I said all the wrong things. I have my virginity, and you have your woman, and..."

"Sorry" I said. 

"No, I’m sorry. You were right. I do want to make love to you. That’s why I’ve flirted with you ever since I met you. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend because we become lovers."

"That’s the oldest lie in the book," I said. "Lovers don’t stop being friends." I twisted my neck, loosing a kink, keeping my eyes to the floor lamp.

"I’m sorry, Rahul," she said. "But I’m scared of this thing. Your intensity scares me. My intensity for you scares me. Mera tumse pyar karne ka itna man kar raha hai ki main khud dar rahi hoon (I am so attracted to you and feel like making love to you that I myself am very scared). Rahul, I’ll make love to you if you want me to. Just show me how to not be scared of it."




Madhavi Ch. 1-2



"Can I trust you?" I defended myself.

"You’re as frightened as I am." Madhavi pulled my shoulders back into my chair and kissed my cheek. She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Rahul."

"I love you Madhavi."

We kissed deeply, at length. It was cool and sedate, civilized where the earlier kiss was barbaric, conversational where the other demanding. Our tongues danced with each other, moving like sand in the tide, like leaves of a tree in a breeze.

Madhavi moved around the chair, supported by my arms, and sat on my lap. We drew breath and kissed again, interlocking lips. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled one of her pumps off. I heard the other one drop, then felt her tugging at my belt buckle. She smiled at me, and undid it, then unsnapped the button. I reached for her back and undid the top button on her kameez with one hand, as I caressed her breast in the other, weighing and evaluating it. Her hand crept into my pants and held my penis, which gradually hardened in her warm grasp.

"Oooh, kina bada hai,(Oooh its soooo big)" she said, opening her eyes in an exaggerated way and popping her lips into an "O". She smiled and licked her lips, then I kissed her again.

I lowered my hands to her waist and gently tugged her kameez over her pretty bra-encased breasts. I hugged her and slid my hands up on her back and undid the back of her brassiere, then she sat back and put her arms over her head. 

"Take it off," she told me. I pulled the straps over her arms and her bra came with it. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, with thimble sized nipples and pinkish brown areolae, as they swayed before my eyes.

I kissed Madhavi’s chin, then licked her neck, and delicately kissed her nipples, first the left, then the right. She reached for the buttons of my shirtfront, but I stopped her. "Let’s enjoy ourselves like this, first," I told her. "We have as long as we need."

I had her stand up and face away from me, then I mischeviously pressed the salwar fabric into the crack of her butt, smoothing it in from the bottom to the top. "Hey," she said, and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap suddenly, and I shifted her hips back so that my cock was pressing against her ass cheeks. She got the idea, and twisted around and kissed me vigorously. My hands went to her breasts, and had free play with them, tickling, rubbing, massaging, twisting the nipples, and rubbing the good feelings into her entire chest and belly. She wiggled her ass against my cock, but was otherwise helpless in this position, and lay back with her head on my shoulder as I caressed her from shoulder to fingertip to thighs, but did not touch her mound. I had determined that Madhavi was going to beg before I would touch her cunt or certainly before I would let her come.

After I was done with her beautiful breasts, I told her to get up and turn around. Then she straddled my lap, her legs resting on my hips, her hips resting on my thighs. She undid my shirt and pulled it off my chest and shoulders. I quickly undid the cuffs and the shirt dropped to the floor. She rubbed my chest with her hands, pinching my nipples.

"Fair play," she giggled. Then as she massaged my chest and abdomen, every once in a while touching my rock-hard cock through my pants, she began to kiss my neck and earlobes. I reached around behind her and gripped both her firm buttocks with my hands, squeezing them like peaches. I moved my hands to her crack again, sliding up and down it as I felt her quivering flanks. She shivered as she licked my nipples and kissed them, alternating. She undid my zipper and jerked the band of my briefs down so that it sat on my cock, bisecting its length.

I picked up her upper body and gobbled up her boobs, licking and nipping them like a starving man. I was giggling, and she was squealing, "Hey, itni jor se nahin. Gud-gudi hoti hai. (Please don't do it so hard. It feels very ticklish)" I stopped for a second, then again and teased her titties with my tongue for a while more. "Haan inko pyar se chooso. Dono nipplon ko apne munh mein ley sakte ho? (Yeeessss, suck them lovingly. Can you take both the nipples in your mouth?)". I could not resist the challenge. I took both her heavy breasts in my hands and pressed them together and sucked both nipples at the same time. She went bersek, with her hips beating a pattern against my lund.

"Kya tumhare nipples ka tumhari choot ke sath direct connection hai? (Do your nipples have a direct connection to your pussy?)".

"Haan meri jaan", she said, "par is par depend karta hai ki nipples ke saath pyaar kaise kiya jaata hai. Tumhari tongue to bijli ke current ki tarah mere mammay aur pussy mein khujli macha rahi hai. (Yes my dear. But it depends on the way my nipples are made love to. Your tongue is causing electric pulses to pass through my tits and my pussy)."

Then I stopped for real, and we both drew our breath. It was time. Silently we rose and I pulled down her salwar. My hands went to her round and slim buttocks and I savoured the soft feel of the moons. I bent her at the waist and kissed the left orb and then the right moon, caressing her hanging boobs. 

Meanwhile, she took off my trousers. Then she grabbed my cock through my briefs and held on to it as if it was giving her utmost pleasure in holding a hard staff. She could not continue long like this, so she slid my briefs down. My penis flopped out and stood straight before her. I straightened. She looked up and saw it dangling there before her and touched the tip with her index finger, then tasted her finger with her tongue. "Mmmm, nice. Kitna mota aur lamba lund hai (I love your thick and long cock)" she said.

Madhavi kneeled before me, and smiled up at me as she held my prick. "Main isko itna pyar karoongi ki aap ko jannat ka mazaa aa jaayega. Itna tasty hai ki main lagatar isey choosti rahoongi (I will make love it that you will reach the seventh heaven. It is so tasty that I feel like like sucking it constantly)". She licked the bottom of my cock from the base to its head, then swirled her tongue around the head. Then she slid it into her mouth, encompassing it with her wet kiss. She reached around and grabbed my ass-cheeks with her hands, then held me still as she began to slide her mouth up and down on my shaft.

"I can taste the pre-come on the tip of your cock, Rahul," she licked the shaft then sucked on the head.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked on my prick. "How do you like it, Madhavi?"

"I love your cock. It tastes and feels so sexy sliding in and out. It’s making me so horny. Meri choot bilkul geeli ho gai hai (my pussy is absolutely soaked)".

Madhavi slid my penis past the sweet lips I had kissed. As she bobbed her head on my shaft, I started fucking her warm and wet mouth. She encouraged me by pulling my ass cheeks towards her. I fucked even deeper, and felt my cock in her throat. She gulped my meat lustily. She caressed my thighs and balls. "Main in anddon ko kha jaoongi. Inko choosne se meri pussy ki khujli aur bhi badhti hai (I will gobble these eggs. When I suck your balls, my cunt starts dripping honey)". Madhavi sure knew how to give a blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow.

"Ooh! I’m going to come. Mera lund pichkari chalaane ke liye taiyyar hai (My cock is ready to squirt)" I said.

"Mmmmf," Madhavi pumped her lips and tongue even faster on my cock. One hand moved to my balls, and she fondled them as she pulled my butt to her and deep-throated my cock.

"Oh, Madhavi. Haan (Yes). I’m gonna shoot a huge..."

I came. I shot jets of sperm into her throat and mouth. She sucked my shaft deeply and swallowed all the juices that I spattered in her. She fondled my balls, coaxing all the come out of them, as she sucked me. She continued sucking as my legs became weak and my shaft became sensitive, then sucked beyond the sensitivity as I maintained my erection in her warm, wet mouth.

I leaned my head back and wiped my brow. "Madhavi, you give one hell of a blowjob. You are a wonderful cock-sucker. I mean that as a compliment. Your mouth was even better than I dreamed it could be."

She licked the shaft and head again, then smiled up at me and said, "It’s your turn now, Rahul. Eat me. Eat my juicy pussy. Tumhare liye bilkul geeli hai. Tum iska jitna ras peena chahte ho, pee sakte ho. Batao ki meri choot ka shahad kitna meetha hai (It is wet for you. You can savour its juices to your heart's content. Tell me how sweet is the honey from my pussy)."

I lay beside her on the bed and traveled down her body with my kisses, tasting her sexiness as I went towards the junction of her legs. I could smell her musk as I moved closer. I felt warmth in my crotch. Madhavi was sucking me again, coaxing my cock back into working order.

The fur on her mons did not hide the puffy pink lips of her slit. Finally I pushed her legs up and back towards her shoulders. The pink lips of her sex opened like a blossoming rose inviting me to continue my quest to taste that honey nectar and bring her to an orgasm. I put my thumbs on either side of her slit opening it even more. As I leaned toward my goal I could see that she was more that ready for anything that I had in mind. The wetness flowed from her honey hole and puddled at the bottom of that opening. Her sexual odour reached my nostrils and I could wait no more. I put my mouth on her cunt and sucked her love juices.

I spread her pussy lips wider and drove my tongue into her pussy. It was as juicy as she had said. "Yummy pussy," I said. Brilliant repartee it wasn’t, but I challenge anybody to say something brilliant while tasting a new and delicious woman’s sex, when she is at the same time bathing your prick with her talented tongue and lips. 

She let go of my cock and got frantic in her arousal. Her hips started working up and down with my tongue on her clitty. The movements became even more forceful, and I found my tongue sliding into her honey pot, which had widened in her excitement. "Meri choot ko tongue-fuck karo". I did not disappoint her. I pushed her shapely legs up to her shoulders, took hold of her hands, brought them under her buttocks and told her "Apni choot ko meri tongue ke liye kholo (Open your cunt lips for my tongue)". She did just that. I slid my hands to her ample boobs and started pressing them, pinching her nipples as I sawed my tongue in and out of her super-sensitive cunt. "Ooooh! Hai! Hai! Hai! Aur Karo! Kha jao meri choot ko. Meri choot sirf apke pyar ke liye bani hai. Zalim mat tarpao. Aur chooso! Tongue-fuck karo (Ooooh! Oh God! Oh God! Moorrrreee! Eat my pussy. My pussy has been made only for you. Don't make me suffer any more. Suck it more. tongue-fuck it)." She was in throes of a super-orgasm.

I stroked my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. As I reached the top, my tongue caressed her clit which stuck out like a small erect penis, she gasped and shuddered at that touch. My tongue on her slit, I shook my head. Then I sucked her clit between my lips and put my middle finger into her cunt. I began to work it in and out of her pussy, to open it for better things.

She moaned, "Yes, Rahul, finger-fuck my pussy. Make me come continuously." 

I licked Madhavi’s delicious clit and lapped up the sex juices her pussy was leaking as I fucked her with my finger. Then I put another finger into her hot box and fucked her with two fingers. Madhavi let out another moan, as she began rubbing her breasts, pulling her nipples and massaging her milk-jugs. Her hips started jerking as she pressed her pubic mound against my tongue.

She wrapped her legs around my head and moaned, "Meri choot aur badan ko aag lagi hai (My pussy and my body are burning up). Oh Rahul. Oh Rahul. Suck me. Suck my wet pussy. Meri choot ko kha jao (Eat my pussy)". Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably and her pubis pushed against my teeth.

She moaned out dirty talk. "Mere Sikander, meri choot aur chooso (My champion, keep on sucking my pussy). I love it. Lick my clit. Oh yes. Use more fingers." I put in another finger and fucked her pussy with all three. Keep on licking me. "Mujhe kuch ho raha hai (Something is happening to me). Ek toofan paeda ho raha hai (It seems like a storm is overtaking my senses). Mein aayi! Main aayi! Haye rabba, kitna mazaa aa raha hai (I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh God this really is pure ecstasy). I’m coming. Suck me harder, Rahul. Keep licking me. Oh, Rahul. Chooso meri choot, chooso (Suck my pussy, keep on sucking). Finger-fuck me harder. Jaldi-jaldi apni ungli andar-bahar karo (Move your finger fast). Doosre hath se mere chootad dabao (Press my ass-cheeks with your other hand). Oooh! Aur! Aur!(More! More!)"

Madhavi shuddered as she came, and I lapped up the juices that oozed from her tasty pussy. She shook and moaned my name while her legs held my face tightly against her muskiness. Finally, she was done and her legs released my head. "Oh yeah, Rahul. You give great head, mere pyare chudaasoo (my dearest fucking machine). Mujhe pata hai ki tum chooste hi nahin, chodte bhi bahut acchi tarah se (I know for sure that not only do you lick and eat so well, you are the greatest fucker too)".

My cock throbbed to get into the honeyed hole I had just been licking. "That’s just the beginning."

"Are you going to put your hot cock in my cunny? I’m all juicy for you. Jaldi se apna loda meri choot mein dalo (Quick. Put your cock in my pussy)" she was whimpering.

I got up and pulled Madhavi to her feet and we kissed for a while, rubbing each other into a state of frenzy. Then I picked her slim body up and straightened her on the bed.

"Kya karne ki tayyari ho rahi hai (What are you preparing for)?" she asked with a smile.

"Aaram se leto (just lay down), Madhavi, we’re going to fuck now. Mein ab tumhe chodoonga (Now I am going to fuck you)".

Madhavi eagerly agreed, wiggling her hot little body at me with her pussy looking as inviting as a million bucks. "I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big cock of yours, Rahul."

She smiled at me, "Just start slow, loverboy. Meri pussy abhi tak kori hai (My pussy is still unused). Stretch my cunny. Make it good and juicy before you ram it with your ghode-ka-lund (horse-like cock)."

She grabbed my blue veined cock with her small hand, then as I leaned into her she guided it into her fuck hole. She moaned her desires, "First, enter me slowly. Let my choot get used to your bada dande jaisa lund. Later you can fuck me hard."

The head of my dick touched that hot wet tunnel and I wanted to drive every inch into her on the first thrust. But the feel of her hand guiding me reminded me of her plea for tenderness so I was able to hold back. I slowly pushed the red knob of my cock head into her. She moaned as our sex organs merged. As I pushed into her hot cunt she thrust her ass at me, taking more and more of my meat, until I was fully inside her sugar walls, pubic hairs entwined and my balls against her ass. I slowly pulled my cock out of her. The elastic lips of her cunt clung to my shaft, stretching as her hot hole slowly gave up my meat. 

I began to push back in just as my tip slid out of her cunt. I fucked her in long, slow, steady strokes. With every stroke Madhavi raised her ass to meet me. As she became accustomed to my presence she pushed her crotch up at mine with even more power, forcing my cock deeper into her slowly stretching vagina. I pushed into her even harder forcing her ass back to the bed with each thrust, my balls slapping her ass as my cockhead beat a slow rhythm against her cervix.

She moaned, "Fuck me harder. Meri choot tumhare lund se marwaana chahti hai (My pussy wants to be fucked by your cock)." She reached behind her head and braced her arms against the wall. "Fuck me like an animal, Rahul."

I grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. I moaned and grunted savagely and she chanted "Fuck me, yes, Rahul. Mujhe jee bhar ke chodo (Fuck me as much as you want)" again and again. We fucked on that desk like wild beasts.

Finally I could hold out no longer. "Madhavi, I’m coming," I announced.

She smiled at me divinely, "Yes, lover. Come inside me. Fill me with your hot load!"

Then she kissed me, sucking my tongue between her lips and breathing into me. That was all I needed. With a spastic lunge I buried my burning fuck-meat into Madhavi’s pussy and rested the tip against her cervix. I erupted. Sperm boiled out of my nuts, through my reproductive plumbing, pumped through my pulsating shaft, and splattered white man-spunk in the buttery depths of her cozy, pink tunnel of love. I was possessed with desire. I wanted to kiss her forever and eternally pump sperm into her warm, welcoming cunt.

As she felt my cock jerk in orgasm she came too. Madhavi moaned, "I want you, Rahul. I love your fucking hard cock. Yeh lund bas mere liye bana hai This cock is only for me). Iska mazaa le kar ab mein kisi aur ko is se khelne nahin doongi (After enjoying it so much, I will not let anyone else play with it)."

I answered "I want you too, Madhavi" as I continued to orgasm in her warm, snug sheath. Her vaginal walls squeezed my spasming cock. Her hot pussy, with the added heat from my boiling load, kept me coming for a long time. I just kept on shooting deep in Madhavi’s pussy until I couldn’t even stand up straight. She milked me with her wonderful lovebox until I was dry. Drained, I collapsed on her heaving breasts. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily from the power of our love-making.

Madhavi said that this time wasn’t enough. She wanted to make love to me again and again, many more times. We kissed and spoke of love and lust in the afterglow. It was divine to be in Madhavi’s arms, holding her in mine, my cock still inside her, kissing her and hearing her sexy voice telling me how sexy I was. I nibbled her earlobes as she whispered in mine, and after a while I got hard again. She wrapped her legs around my back and we fucked again, slower and less urgently this time. It was no less a beautiful fuck, though. After she came, her vaginal walls squeezing and gripping my cock, pumping the come out of me, I came again.

Finally my softening tool slipped out of Madhavi’s warm, wet, wonderful pussy. We dressed and straightened the room hoping that we left no clues for the cleaning staff. Then we made plans to do it again the next day.

Madhavi and I made love several times while we were in Jaipur, and every time has been as good as the first. I couldn't seem to get enough of her blowjobs or her wet and wonderful pussy, and she loved my tongue action almost as much as the way my fat cock fills her up. I told her "Jaipur ko pink city kehte hain, par mujhe to tumhari pink-slitty hee yaad rahegi (Though Jaipur is called the Pink City, but, all I will remember is your lovely pink-slitty)".

Now we are back and have reverted to our discreet routine lives, but, are planning a trip to relive the beautiful moments. As soon as I come back from this planned holiday with her, I'll let you know how it went.

Part 2

Madhavi and I were back to the daily grind of the office. We were in different departments, but, due to the fact that I handled sales and her department handled the co-ordination of despatches and invoicing, we used to see each other a lot and often memories of the great time we had came back to us. When no one was looking, Madhavi would give me mischevious smiles which would send my cock rocketing up in my pants. Some times the erection would become obvious to her and she would slowly show me her tongue in simulation of the licking her tongue gave my cock. Many a times, I would discretly vibrate my tongue as if it was vibrating on her clitty or on her nipple. She would blush and would later tell me "Rahul jan aap aise karte ho, to meri choot geeli ho jaati hai (Rahul, darling, when you do this to me, my pussy gets very wet)."




Madhavi Ch. 1-2



One day, she called me up on the office intercom system to tell me that her boss had told her that she was to travel outside the city for a couple of days to Baroda, since one our vendors had taken an advance, but, had not supplied the components required for completion of an order. She asked me if I too could manage a trip to Baroda, so that we could be together, without any one being wise to it. I asked her the date when she was to leave and when she was to be back. She gave me the dates.

I too had some customers in Baroda, who had not been visited for quite some time. Even the regular orders which were coming from these customers had become sporadic. So, I suggested to my boss that to revive these customers' orders and also scout for more customers, it may be prudent for me to visit them. Since the particular period was lean in terms of Head Office work-load, my boss eagerly agreed to it.

However, the logistics had to be worked out. Madhavi was permitted only 1st Class or 2-tier Airconditioned Sleeper fare, as per company rules, while I could fly as well as travel by Rajdhani Express in 1st Airconditioned Class. To keep up pretences, I decided to tell Madhavi to get her ticket through our regular travel agent, and tell her boss and colleagues that she would be staying with her cousin in Baroda. After she got her ticket, she handed it over to me, and I went to the nearest Railway booking Office, and returned her ticket and obtained two tickets for a 1st Class Airconditioned coupe (two bedded cabin) in the Rajdhani Express leaving for Baroda at 4:15 p.m. a week later. I also called up the local reservation office of the Hotel Chain having a Hotel in Baroda to book a Double room in my name.

That week was spent in anticipation - both of us looking forward to the trip and fantasising on what all we would do during the trip. For obvious reasons, we decided to reach the Railway Station on our own. 

I got to the Railway Station at about ten to four and identified the coach and the coupe and let the coolie put my baggage under the lower berth. Then I went to the coach door and started looking up and down the platform, eagerly looking for Madhavi to arrive. Soon I saw my sexy Madhavi, weaving her way through the crowded platform. I waved out to her and she headed towards me carrying an overnighter kind of a bag. I escorted her to our coupe and said, "Come on in and have a seat."

Though both of us wanted to kiss and hug each other passionately, we just exchanged small pecks on each other's cheeks till the checking-in formalities were completed. We both sat on the lower berth and she observed the coupe in awe. She saw the coupe with all its luxuries and asked me if we will have privacy once the train started. I kept my hand on her slim and sexy thigh and caressing it, said "Meri Maharani ke liye, sub kucch badhiya hona chahiye. To main is se kam ka to soch hi nahin sakta. After all my Darling is the best in the world." She shivered at my touch, so I asked her "Kya thand lag rahi hai (Are you feeling cold)?" She said, "Nahin. Aapke chhoone se hi kucch kucch hota hai (No. Your touch makes me shiver with excitement)". 

Soon, the Train Conductor came and checked our tickets and wished us a happy journey. A few moments later, the train started moving out of the station. I closed the door to the coupe and stood with my arms apart. Madhavi immediately caught the hint and came into my arms. I kissed her face, her eyes, her nose and then latched on to her mouth. our tongues started duelling with each other, while my hand slipped down her back to her kameez (along shirt worn by Indian girls) and salwaar (a loose pajama kind of an apparel worn to cover the hips and legs, under the long shirt) clad ass and started kneading her sexy moons. I was both surprised and thrilled to find that she wasn't wearing any panties under the salwaar, since I could touch the soft globes of her ass through the slippery material of her salwaar. Madhavi too closed the distance between our bodies, so that her pussy mound started grinding against my cock, which had been erect all the time I was in the presence of this nymph.

"I have to freshen up a bit." she said. "I’ll be right back." She picked up the towel provided by the Railways and headed towards the toilets.

I took off my clothes and slipped into comfortable night clothes (kurta-pajama). She came back about five minutes later. "There, I have freshened up now," she said closing the door, "I’ll just turn off the overhead lights and leave the bed light on. Did you think about me this last week?"

"All the time. It was a little hard not to."

"Good. I’m glad. Rahul, lets play show and tell. You tell me what you want to see and I will show it to you. Then I will tell you what I want to see and you show it to me. About the only rules are: One, that you only ask the other person to see something that will require that person to take off one piece of clothing at a time. And two, that you can’t ask for a piece of clothing."

"And if I ask for something that really requires two pieces to come off?", I asked.

"You lose that turn and I take nothing off!", she replied.

"Okay, I like simple games. Uh...Yeh kaise pata lagega ki kaun jeeta (How will we know who won)?" I asked.

"Uski kisi ko kya parvah (Who cares). Asli maza to khel mein hai (The pleasure is in the playing)", she said. "Are you sure no one is going to come in here?"

"Not a chance. Maine darwaaze par taala laga diya hai (I have locked the door). All we have to do is talk softly and on one will have a clue about what’s going on in here", I told her. "Okay, I’ll start your game. I want to see......your stomach." I thought that would get the kameez off.

She stood up, crossed her arms in front of her, took hold of the bottom of the kameez and very slowly pulled it up and over her head. I knew she had a nice body, but with her kameez coming off, it was looking even better. Her perky breasts were being restrained by a pink lacy bra that let the areola show through quite clearly. Her nipples were also hard and sticking out straining the lacey material holding them back. She folded the kameez slowly, and put it on the corner of the berth, and sat back down. Now it was her turn. "Now lets see," she said "how about....let’s see your chest."

I stood up and took my time undoing the buttons of my kurta and then pulled it off slowly over my head, and hung it from one of the pegs provided. When I sat back down I said "My turn....hmm.....mujhe apne pyare pyare mamme dikhao (please show me your tits)."

It was a front closing bra. She smiled and undid the clasp. Without taking the bra off, she just let it go. The cups separated some leaving the area between her breasts exposed, but the better part of her breasts remained covered by the lace, including her nipples. "Okay?" she asked.

"Not exactly what I had in mind. They’re still covered."

"Hmm...I thought they were pretty exposed. They feel pretty exposed. Shayyad main aapka matlab nahin samjhi (Maybe I have not understood you properly). Kya aap karke dikha sakte hain ki aap kya chahte hain (can you show me what exactly you want)."

I leaned over to her and slowly slipped each shoulder straps off her shoulders. When they fell down her arm, they let the cups slide off her breasts. Madhavi lifted her arms out of the straps and the bra fell on the berth. She had beautiful pointed nipples that were sticking straight out. "Uff kitne pyare hain!(Oh God! They are so lovely)" I said quietly.

"Kya aap inko choosna chahte hain (do you want to suck them)?" she asked as she tossed her bra onto her kameez on the berth.

"Yeh bhi koyi poocchne ki baat hai! (Of course, no question about it)" I said as I started moving toward her left one.

"Itni jaldi nahin (not so fast)" she said putting a finger on my forehead to stop me. "Hamne abhi game poori nahin kheli We haven't completed the game). Main to bas poocch rahi thi (I was only asking)."

"Arre haan (Oh yes), the game" I realised. She just loved to tease and make this last.

"I think I would like to see your legs", she said.

I stood up, took out the draw-string and slowly drew the string and then equally slowly lowered my pajamas. I had my chappals on (some kind of floaters used in India, except that they are easy to slip into and are made out of leather). So I said "Gudiya (Doll), I think you have lost the chance, since I will have to take off my chappals (floater type footwear) too, and you said that if the request demanded taking off two clothes, the person making the request will lose the chance".

"Shoes, chappals, sandals and socks don’t count anyway." she said quickly. "Just clothes." She sounded like she was getting pretty excited. I certainly was.

I stood up and stepped out of my pajamas. "There, legs."

"Haan (yes), legs." Madhavi said, grinning from ear to ear. She wasn’t really interested in my legs. She was looking at the bulge in my briefs. My cock was hard and the tip was almost peeking out of the waistband. "Very nice too."

"My turn." I said sitting back down. "I want to see your ass."

"Ha! You loose a turn. I can’t show you my ass until I have my panties off and I can’t take them off until you ask me for something that would take my salwaar off. So, I want to see your nice hard cock."

"I didn’t know you had put your panties back on." I protested as I stood up again.

"I had taken them off before starting from the house, to make you feel sexy about me. But, while freshening up I wore them again, since I thought of this game in the bathroom, and wanted to tease you for a longer time" she said.

I slipped my briefs down, letting my hard cock wave in the air. "There you go." I said standing in front of Madhavi quite nude. "Mera khayal hai ki main haar gaya hoon (I think I have lost the game). Ab kya (what now)?"

She said "Haan aap haar gaye ho (Yes, you have lost). Oh, I forgot the other rule to this game. Haare huye ko vijeyta ke kapre utaarne padhte hain (The loser has to remove the winner's clothes)."

"Mujhe yeh rule bahut pasand aaya hai (I like this rule). Khari ho jao taaki main tumhare kapde utaar sakoon (Stand up so that I can remove your clothes)."

She stood up and stepped closer to me. I put my arms around her drawing her to me and kissed her. As her soft breasts pressed her hard nipples into my chest I felt her mouth open a little. My tongue began to explore her mouth.

"Aap ko to mere kapde utaarne the (You were supposed to remove my clothes)" she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I didn’t say anything. I let my hand slide along the soft warm skin of her back, to the front, slipped a finger into the waistband of her salwaar and started fumbling for the draw-string, which she had tucked in. I fumbled with that damn draw-string, but couldn’t for the life of me figure out which end to pull for its knot to come loose. Madhavi let me fumble with it for a few seconds then she reached in and pulled out one end and handed it over to me. I slowly pulled the draw-string of her salwaar as I continued to battle with her tongue and hold her tightly to me with my other hand. When the draw-string came loose, and the gap on the top of her salwaar widened, I slipped my hand in and caressed her panty covered bottom. She moved her hips back a little and the salwaar slid silently down her legs to the floor.

"Take my panties off with you teeth." she begged. "Please? No one has ever done that to me, but it sounds so sexy when I hear about it."

"Sun ne mein to aasan lagta hai, par bahut mushkil kaam hai (sounds easy, but, it is a tough task), but I’ll give it a try." I slid down her soft warm body, kissing my way down to her waist. I kissed the side of her neck, her chest, the space between her perky breasts, her stomach, gave her belly button a lick, and arrived at the top of her silky panties. I pulled my head back leaving my hands on the back of her legs to look at her panties. They were silky, skimpy, low cut in the front, and had very french cut leg openings. They were so thin I could make out her bush through them. This might not be too hard. I thought the best way would be to pull them down by taking the part that went over each hip in my teeth and pulling that down as far as it would go. She shifted a little and put her legs a little further apart. I pulled the one side part way down her leg, and then kissed my way across her tummy to the other side. Just a little tuft of her pubic hair was not peeking above the low cut waist band. This was going okay so far.

"This is so sexy!" she whispered.

"Yea, it is. You sure have a great body." 

"Thanks! I’m glad you like it."

I was over at the other hip now, and took that part of the waistband in my teeth and pulled it down. That left the panties in a line across her legs just below her now exposed crotch, but they didn’t fall. The elastic was still strong enough to hold them in place. "Turn around" I whispered. "I want to pull these the rest of the way down from the rear." I could have just as easily done it from the front, but I wanted to see her nice bottom as long as I was down here.

As she slowly turned around, I could still hear people talking and walking by the door of the coupe. She was now facing the other way. I had two great looking ass cheeks facing me. I kissed one then the other before going down to the waistband of her panties and giving them a final tug with my teeth. This time they slid on down her legs and hung up on her calves. Close enough, she could step out of them from that point, and that’s exactly what she did as I stood up.

"Meri baari (Now its my turn)" she said, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Madhavi wrapped her soft hand around my cock and began to slowly stroke up and down its length. After a few times she took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside. Moments later she was sucking hard and running it in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. Her other hand was now holding my balls and gently playing with them. In between she would kiss her way up my cock and then lave it with her tongue on the way down, till she reached my balls. Then she would take each ball in her mouth and gently suck on it while her tongue ran around my ball sac. Madhavi was doing that so well and I was so turned on that I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer with her doing this. "I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep up for more than a few more seconds." I whispered.

"I hope so." came a muffled response.

"Oh are you going to get it." I said. "After all this teasing and thinking about you all afternoon."

She resumed her work with a vengeance. I couldn’t hold off any longer and felt my orgasm start. It was going to be a strong one. I could feel my come start at the base of my cock and shoot up the length of my shaft and into her eager sucking mouth. My whole body shuddered and my knees got weak as I pumped load after load of my come into her mouth. She kept pumping my cock with one hand, fondling my balls with the other, as she sucked and swallowed with her mouth. It seemed like Madhavi just couldn’t get enough and I couldn’t stop pumping come into her waiting mouth. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that in a long time. When I was finally done she let go of my balls and let my now partly limp cock slide out of her mouth. "Wow, you really put out a lot of come." she said quietly as she stood up. "I almost couldn’t swallow fast enough."

"With the anticipation of the time with you alone, and your sexy boobs in front of me and the royal sucking you gave my cock, I was soooo horny. When I get like that I always come a lot."

"Want to taste yourself?" she said, and kissed me before I could say anything. She held my face as she kissed me and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could taste quite a bit of my thick come still on her tongue as my tongue moved against hers. She pushed a little of my own come out of her mouth and into mine. She hadn’t swallowed that last bit. "It’s called snowballing." she said breaking the kiss. "Do you like the taste of your own come in my mouth?"

"Yea, it’s kind of a turn-on. No one has ever done that to me before." It really was a turn-on and I was surprised that I liked it. I leaned over and sucked one of her pointed deliciously sexy nipples deep into my mouth.

"Oh haan .... yeh ek pakka tarika hai, meri choot ko geeli karne ka (Oh yes ... this is a sure-shot method for making my cunt wet)" she said.

I flicked my tongue over it and then went over to the other nipple and started doing the same thing to it.

Her hand came to the back of my head and pulled my head tightly to her breast. "Jorse chooso (Suck harder)" she moaned softly.

I sucked harder and just before giving up that nipple, I let a hand slide down her flat, soft belly, slip through her thick bush, and into her slit. The finger brushed over her erect and waiting clit and back to her opening. She was wet alright!

"Now, speaking of eating, come, and being wet, sit on the edge of the berth, lean back, aur mujhe apni choot ko chaatne do (and let me lick your pussy)."

"Main to samjhi ki aap ise bhool hi gaye ho (I thought you had forgotten about it)" She did what I asked. She sat on the edge of the berth leaned back and spread her legs very wide. I had one hell of a view of her whole bottom. Her legs were spread so wide that the outer lips of her pussy separated, revealing the dainty inner ones, her clitoris at the top, and her opening at the bottom. I suppose being as wet as she was, helped.

I knelt between her knees, leaned over her wet pussy and took a deep breath. She smelled so good and so very sexy that I could feel myself getting hard again already. Her clit was just peeking out if its hood and looked very swollen. "Hmm.....I can see what appears to be a very aroused clit here." I teased her.

"Oh please ise chhoo kar dekho na (Oh please touch it)" she begged.

"Chhoone ki jagha main to ise chaatoonga (I won't just touch it. I am going to lick it)."

She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face into her crotch. "Bas jaldi se meri pussy ko kha jaao.... ABHI! (Just eat my pussy .... IMMEDIATELY)" she hissed.

That pretty much answered the question. She might have been just a little horny herself. I started licking and sucking on the various parts of one of the most delicious pussies I had ever eaten. I licked her firm clit, sucked on the dainty inner lips, savored the girl come oozing out of her opening, and then went back to her clit. I was in heaven.

She watched me for a few minutes, and then as she got more and more excited she leaned her head back, resting it on the back wall of the coupe. She had stopped holding my head to her and was now just running the fingers of one hand through my hair. The other hand was pinching and pulling on a nipple. "Oh God....this is great.....I needed this. Aur karo, mujhe is ki bahut zaroorat hai. Main kitne dino se is ka intzaar kar rahi hoon (I want more, I need more. I've been waiting for it for so long)" she moaned.

It seemed that she needed something to squeeze with her pussy muscles, so I slipped first one finger into her opening, and then a second one. There was quite a loud moan as the second finger went into her; almost a little too loud. I could still hear people going by the coupe door. I started moving my fingers slowly at first. She normally did not like to take a finger in her pussy, but, today she was hot and did not object to it so much. As she got hotter and it felt like she was getting close to coming, I moved them faster and flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could. She was so hot and horny that she started to come very quickly.

"Oh.....haaaan.....Oh....Maaaaa.....mera nikal raha hai, meri jaan gayi, kitna accha lag raha hai. Aneeeeel.... Meri choot kha jaaaoooo! (Oh .... Yeeeessss ... Oh God .... I am cumming, it feels so great. Aneeeel .... eat up my pussy)" she moaned softly. She remained quiet for the rest of her orgasm, which was just as well as there were still voices outside the door.




Madhavi Ch. 1-2



I licked and sucked on her clit as her body jerked and heaved with her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching my fingers as she was coming. Finally she calmed down and started to sit up. I pulled my fingers out of her.

"Meri sex pot, aaj to tum bahut sexy feel kar rahi ho, kyoonki aisa mazedar orgasm aaya ki mera lund bhi poora attention par ho gaya hai (my sex pot, you seem to be feeling very horny. you have had such a strong orgasm that even my cock is at full mast)" I whispered. "Itna ki itna abhi tak maine apni jeebh bhi tumhari phuddi main nahin daali (in fact, surprisingly, I still haven't inserted my tongue in your pussy)."

"Main aap ki touch se hi itna sexy feel karti hoon ki aam taur par geeli ho jaati hoon (your touch itself makes me so horny that usually I get wet just when you touch me)," she said, "par aaj to main pehle se hi sexy aur geeli thee, phir uske baad apne meri pussy ko itne pyaar se khaaya ki mera paani jab nikla to jaise main swarg mein pahunch gayi hoon (but, today, I was already so horny that when you made love to my pussy and I came, it seemed that I was in heaven)." She leaned over, pulled my head up to hers, and kissed my mouth. "You smell and taste like pussy."

"Tumhe kya apni choot ki khushboo aur taste acche lagte hain (do you like the smell and taste of your pussy)?"

"Haan, aapke munh se bahut sexy lagta hai (Yes. Especially when it is from your lips)." She stood up, turned around so her back was to me and bent over the berth, resting on her elbows. She spread her legs quit a bit and then said, "Okay, now fuck me aur bahut acchi tarah chodo. Nice and hard! Apna lamba aur tagda lora meri choot mein daal kar meri acchi tarah chudai karo (Okay, now fuck me and fuck me well. Nice and hard! Put your long and thick cock in my pussy and fuck the hell out of me)."

I came up behind her and sunk my cock all the way into her on the first shove. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping wet. It went all the way in without the least resistance other than how incredibly tight she was. I put my hands on her hips, pumped in and out of her tight pussy a few times and then started really slamming it into her. "Do you like being fucked this way?" I asked her as I slammed my self into her.

"Oh... Maaa ... bahut accha lag raha hai. Hai... kitna accha hai..... Ooooh...meri choot to cock se bhar gayi hai. Jaaaanoooo aur jaldi jaldi karo (Oh ..... God .... it is heavenly .... my pussy is full of your cock. Daaarrrrllliiinnnggg faster, faster, harder)."

I took my chances and gave her bottom a light spank.

"Oh haan!....mere chootaron ko ahista ahista maro....zayada zor se nahin (Oh yes .... spank me .... lightly .... not too hard)"

I delivered a few mildly stinging swats to her ass and she started to buck just a little herself. At this rate it wouldn’t be too long until she had another orgasm. I wasn’t going to be far behind.

She reached under herself and between her legs with one hand to fondled my balls as I pounded away at her bottom. She moaned a little and then said, "Mmmmm.....Hai Maa .....coming.....Oh God.... mera nikal raha hai (I'm cumming)! I’m coming!" Madhavi’s body began to shudder and spasm as her orgasm started.

I couldn’t hold off any longer and felt the first load of come shoot out of my cock and deep into her climaxing pussy. I tried to keep pumping away as fast and as hard as I could, but with each spurt of my come into her it became harder and harder. It felt so good! As my own orgasm subsided I continued to pump slowly in and out of her.

"God! That was good" she finally panted.

We lay in each others arms for what seemed to be an eternity, till a waiter knocked on the door and said that he had to serve dinner and whether we wanted vegetarian or non-vegetarian. We both opted for the non-vegetarian dinner and quickly dressed-up only in our outer clothes without bothering about the under-garments, and waited till the waiter brought a table, and served the dinner. After the dessert, the waiter cleared the crockery and the table he had set up, and left. I locked the door to the coupe and went back and lay down on the lower berth. Madhavi slid up my torso and lay on my chest with her chin in her hands, looking intently with love in her eyes, at my face. 

To Be Continued...



Madhavi Ch. 3-5



Part 3

Madhavi's version :

Rahul has been telling you about the fun we have been having so far. I think any narrative only from one point-of-view is incomplete, so I told Rahul that I too wish to narrate what happened during the trip. Here goes ...

As Rahul has told you, after dinner I wanted to cuddle-up with him. Since the berth wasn't wide enough for us to sleep side by side, I first tried to sleep in a spoon fashion, with my Jaanu's arm around me, holding one of my tits in his palm, and my ass in his crotch. Sleep was difficult with Rahul squeezing my boobs, caressing my tummy, slipping his hands on to the vee of my legs, caressing my pussy mound, his hands creeping up again to my nipples, his hands trying to hold both my nipples in the fingers of one hand, twisting my nipples gently. I was wet with my pussy juices. His cock was rock hard, trying to drill a hole in my ass. I was soooo turned on that sleeping was the last thought in my mind. I asked Rahul "Jaanu, sone ka program hai ki nahin (Dalrling, do you plan to sleep or not)?"

Rahul replied "Madhavu, my darling, tum itni sexy ho ki main tumhari is pyari deh ke saath chipak ke sone ki koshish to kar raha hoon, par tumhari har cheez itni manmohak hai ki haath sab se pyar karne se baaz nahin aate (Madhavu, you are so sexy that I want to glue myself to your lovely body and try to sleep, but, every part of your body is so pleasing that my hands automatically drift to caress your body). Is liye sona bahut mushkil ho raha hai (so it is becoming very difficult to sleep). Par, yaad rahe ki kal hamein minimum time mein apna kaam poora karna hai, taaki ham kucch ghoom saken aur picchle itne dino ki paari jo pending padi hai, uska bhi lutf uthain (But, remember that tomorrow we have to finish our official work as early as possible so that we can do some sight-seeing, and of course so much of love-making is pending for so many days, so we have to enjoy that too). Tum aisa karo ki mere upar leit jaao (why don't you lay on top of me). Tum itni halki-phulki ho ki mujhe tumhara bojh kucch bhi nahin lagta (you are so light that I love your weight on me). Mera seena tumhare mammon ke saath chipka hoga aur mere haath tumhare gol gol chootaron par honge (my chest will be glued to your tits and my hands will lovingly fondle your rounded ass-cheeks). Isi lutf mein neend aa jaayegi (I will be enjoying it so much that the satisfaction itself will lull me to sleep)." I turned, kissed him passionately on his lips, which he reciprocated with even more passion and hugged me and turned with me lying on the top of him. I made small movements that his lund was rubbing against my pussy lips, which flared up my passion, and I wanted to put his cock into my pussy, but, heeding to his advice, I stopped the movement. He seemed to be disappointed, but, soon we were deep asleep in each others' arms.

By the time the train got Baroda, it was 8 a.m. next morning. We took a taxi to the Hotel. I sat in the lobby as he was registering for the room. I was keeping a distance from him so that, just in case anyone I knew would not link both of us up, though the Hotel employees assumed that I was his wife. Rahul too knew that he would have to be extremely careful because anyone who knew him could also know his wife and tell her.

Yet I was intrigued with this man. He was not the most handsome man in the world but what attracted me to him? He was caring and understood my wants though I did keep him guessing or stringing him along without revealing the burning passion I had for him. He had a quick sense of wit, humor and knew just how to push the right buttons to make my body quiver. I decided that since he was being absolutely frank and down-to-earth with me, even I should be forthright and tell him what I felt for him. I knew some of it may hurt him, especially the part that I finally wanted to get married and lead my own life, but, at the same time I did not want to lose Rahul. Rahul is a sensitive guy, who did not push me into anything, and he always took care of my needs before he expressed any need of his. In fact one of my many turn-ons was the fact that Rahul would allow me take the first step whenever we crossed a line that we had not ventured beyond earlier. I yearn to take charge at times, and start the love-making, gradually exciting him with my actions, my moans and my passion while caressing his magnificient cock or guiding and inserting his cock into my super-wet pussy. I decided that this trip will give me ample opportunity to enact my fantasies and give Rahul the super-orgasm that he always gave me.

We checked into the room and no sooner the bell-boy left our baggage, I headed straight into his arms. I raised my arms and looped them around his neck and started gently rubbing myself against him. His hands too were not idle, immediately clutched my ass, kneading my ass-cheeks in a circular motion, which sent electric shocks to my pussy. I started grinding my pussy against the protrusion in his pants and my breath became heavier. I was excited and wanted him to take me there and then, but, my thoughts were broken by Rahul saying "Madhavu Rani, jaldi se tayyar ho jaao (sonu, my princess, get ready fast). Main ek Taxi hire kar raha hoon aur tumhe tumhare customer ke paas drop kar doonga (I am hiring a cab and will drop you at your client's place). Tum mujhe apne customer ka phone number de do (Give me your client's phone number). Main jaise hi free ho gaya, tumhe phone kar ke pick karne ka plan bana loonga (The moment I get free, I'll call you and we can plan when and how to pick you up)."

I told him that while he can drop me at the customer's premises, he should not phone or pick me up, since the customer knew a lot of our colleagues, and stories may get around. I told him that after finishing the work, I will tell the customer that he should get me an Auto-rickshaw for the market. After getting into the Auto-rickshaw, I'll tell the driver to bring me to the Hotel, while the client will think I am out shopping. He agreed and soon we both took our showers and ordered breakfast (to keep our passions in check, we took our baths separately and dressed inside the bathroom, which was quite spacious since it was a 5-star Hotel). After breakfast, he dropped me at the customer's place.

I returned to our room and waited for Rahul to return. My thoughts wandered to him, and I felt my pussy getting wet. "What’s the matter with me?," I thought to myself. I waited for some time, debating with myself whether I should play with myself a bit. I pressed my boobs and caressed my thighs. Then I pulled the draw-string of my salwaar, slipped my hand into my panties and started caressing the protruding lips of my pussy. I wanted this trip to be special, so I had gone to a beauty parlour in my city, on the day we had to catch the train and got my legs and arms depilated. I had also wanted to shave my pussy, but never got around it. I decided to have a look at my pussy to see what made Rahul so excited on seeing it that he was all over it while kissing, licking, tongue-fucking or finger-fucking it, inspite of the pussy-hair. I was just admiring my pussy with these thoughts when the phone rang. It scared me, so I dropped it on the carpeted floor and I became embarrassed. "He - Hello," I said as I picked up the receiver from the floor. It was Rahul.

"If I say you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me," I heard him say. A gush of fluid escaped from my pussy. My body was trembling as I began apologizing for dropping the phone and stammering various things into the mouthpiece. "What am I saying," I thought to myself. 

"Main dus minute mein pahunch raha hoon. Ghoomne jaana hai kya (I'll pick you up in ten minutes. Do you want to go sight-seeing)?", he asked. It was only 5pm as I glanced at my watch, just the right time to explore the markets. "Uummm, don’t you" I was interrupted by his saying he would be in the room soon and we could discuss it. Before I could answer, he hung up. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. I knew my panties would be soaked from all the fluid that had escaped my pussy as we talked. "What in the hell is the matter with me?" I wondered to myself. I decided to wear my Levi jeans and a tee-shirt, since it was pleasantly warm outside. Just as I was finishing the last button on my Levis, a soft knock was heard at the door. 

I opened it and my knees started to buckle. He had on his formal clothes, and I had not realized how wonderful I thought he looked. He did not have the looks of a film star, but, to my eyes, he did look smart and handsome. "Well, do I just stand here for the duration, or do I get invited in?", Rahul joked. I stepped back and he walked in past me as I closed the door. My pussy was soaked and my knees could barely keep my legs from buckling beneath me. 

He looked around me room and walked over to the shades and pulled them shut. "There’s no sense of advertising the fact that we are together in this room, for whatever reason", he said. "Come over here," he commanded. I flew to him and our lips met. 

I was helpless in his arms. Those big hands virtually covered my back as he placed them around me and his strength practically crushed the breath out of me. He was not a big man but obviously was strong and caring. The kiss lasted for, it seemed, an hour. He picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me down before our lips separated. I was already breathing hard and my body was in flames. His lips began caressing the sides of my neck and reached my ear lobes. His hands had found my breasts and were gently squeezing them. I wanted to say something but could not find the breath to do so. I was totally his to do with as he saw fit. I knew, somehow, that he would not be cruel to me nor ask me to do anything that I did not want to do. I trusted this man implicitly. 

By now, my blouse was fully opened and his hands were exploring my stomach and had already caressed my legs. I felt him following my zipper down to my crotch and the juices in my pussy were drenching my panties. I wondered if they would soak through my jeans. As his hand applied just slight pressure to my pussy, I came for the first time. My body arched against his touch and my breathing became erratic. Flames shot up the front of my body, piercing my breasts and bringing a blush to my face. I was sweating profusely and was totally out of control. 

Rahul began to take off his clothes as he caressed my body with his lips. He moved away from me to remove his pants and I sat up on the bed. "I hope you don’t like big breasts," I said, "If you do, you’re going to be really disappointed by mine." He finished removing his pants and returned to making love to me. 

"Anything more than a mouthful is excess," he whispered to reassure me that he would not be disappointed. He removed me bra and his lips met me nipples and began caressing them with gentleness, yet firmness I had never before experienced. His had again found my crotch and I came again. Not the full climax I would feel later but still, enough to take my breath away and cause me to feel the flames of desire shoot from my pussy to my breasts where my lover was working intently. My nipples caused huge contractions in my pussy each time my lover sucked on them. My hips gyrated with each sucking action, pushing my pussy into the hand that was gently massaging it through my jeans.

I felt the button to my jeans give way and the zipper practically unzipped itself. A hand crept under my panties and I felt a finger caress the tip of my clit. "Oh Maaaaa, I’m cumming again," I thought to myself as another wave of contractions, flames, muscle spasms and breathlessness overtook me. I was reveling in the hands of my lover. I raised myself slightly as he moved lower and began to remove the jeans and panties from my body. When they came off, I raised myself and removed my blouse and bra that were just hanging on my body. I saw his erect cock standing out from his body. I reached for it and began massaging it. I felt a finger at my clit and it began to rub up and down my wet slit. I knew I was ready for entry as the hand slid easily up and down my vaginal entry. Suddenly, the finger slipped inside me as my lover sucked my left breast into his mouth. I shuddered as I was almost overwhelmed into a fourth climax. 

My lover worked his lips and tongue down my stomach as he slowly arranged himself between my legs. It was an equisite sensation when he parted my pubic hair and blew air on my slit. Then I felt his tongue on my clit as he slowly licked it. Suddenly, my clit was sucked into his mouth, his tongue flicked it back and forth mercilessly as his fingers worked inside my pussy. "Hai Rabba.... Oooooh Maaaa ..... Aur, Aur (Oh God .... More .... More....)," I thought as I came again. The waves of excitement came from deeper within this time. The waves sucked at my breath, my nipples became so tight they seemed to be caressed by just the air flowing over them. I bucked at the tongue which continued to flick my clit. Sweat was streaming down the sides of my head and beaded up on my stomach. I had never been felt so excited and sexy like this before.

The waves began to subside and my breath started to return to normal. I felt him lift himself from my clit and dragged himself to a position above me. As I opened my eyes, I felt his cock enter my pussy. His lips met mine and his tongue began to reach towards the depths of my throat. I could taste my juices on his tongue as he rhythmically began fucking me. With each stroke, I could feel his pubic hair mingling with mine and his pelvis rubbing on my clit. I knew I was in for one of the strongest climaxes I had ever experienced. His tongue began tickling the sides of my neck and working toward my ear lobes. One of his hands had grasped my left nipple and was slowly squeezing it, driving waves of excitement from my breast toward my pussy. I could feel the fire beginning to build in my clit as he began to increase the strokes he used in fucking me. My toes started to close, my knees began slowly to straighten, my stomach was beginning to tighten. I had never been here before. Suddenly, my breath left. The fire from my clit met the waves leaving my breasts in the middle of my stomach. My toes completely curled up. My buttocks heaved in excitement and my legs wrapped around my lover as I pulled him harder and harder into my pussy. Slowly soft moans began escaping my lips. They became louder until I was screaming. 

I bucked with my lover and my whole body spasmed against the this climax. I had never had a feeling such as this. I thought I would pass out as I lost track of time, space and everything. I felt as if I couldn’t breath, yet I could hear screams of joy coming from my mouth. As he exploded inside me, I felt myself lift another notch up the climax ladder. "How far can this go," I wondered as I screamed louder. I could not quit bucking and swaying against the force that was bringing me to this feeling. I wanted it to last forever, but it began to subside. 

I could hear the screaming and moaning beginning to subside but the rhythm of fucking was still making my pussy and clit cause me to drag my lover deeper and deeper into my pussy, which was drenched with my juices. Harder and harder I pulled at him. Slowly, I regained some of my consciousness. I could see the sweat on his chest and I began to feel my breaths coming in somewhat of a regular fashion. My lover began to slow his strokes and caress my face and forehead. Slowly his lips found mine and his tongue eased itself into my mouth. The spasms in my stomach muscles began to subside and the slow strokes in and out of my pussy began to feel like rhythmical interludes. My toes uncurled and my legs slowly dropped to the bed. 

"Looks to me like you enjoyed that," he said as he lowered himself to the side of me. I tried to say something but my throat was so dry, not a sound came out. I felt as if my throat was sore as I cleared it trying to get some moisture to my vocal cords. Suddenly, he was up and returned with a glass of water for me. I drank a little and, as he lay down beside me, put my head in his arms. 

"That was wonderful," I breathed. "I have never, ever, cum like that before. Where did you learn to do all those things?" I asked. "Oh, you were just all excited because this was after such a long time," Rahul said. 

"What’s for dinner?", he asked. I looked at my watch. "My God," I thought, "Its 9:30."

"Its already 9:30!" I exclaimed, "the last time I looked at my watch, it was only 5:00." "Time flies when you’re having fun", he said. "Maybe we should just order from Room-service?" Rahul said with a question in his voice. 

"Or we could just skip dinner altogether," I volunteered. "You mean you think you could handle some more of what we just did?" he asked. "Well, maybe not right now - but we could discuss it", I giggled. 

We passed the night, making love three more times. Each time, he managed to make me cum. I could not imagine cumming that many times in one night. It had never happened to me and I didn’t know what to make of this man who just walked into me life and practically took me over. I always knew that sex was very important to me, but this man had awakened things within my body that I didn’t know existed. Little did I know how much effect these feelings would have on my body as the weeks and years progressed. 

The next morning, Rahul was up before me and I came awake when I heard the sound of the toilet flush. I was feeling very horny and the events of the previous evening started an itch in my heart - nothing to talk about my pussy and boobs - both of which yearned to be taken again. I stayed in bed till Rahul came out, and as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw that I was awake. He immediately climbed on to the bed and started caressing my face, going down my neck to my boobs, saying "Maine to abhi bahut saara duddhu peena hai (I still have to drink all the milk that is there)". He strarted sucking my nipples and I kept pushing my left breast into his mouth. When very strong feelings of excitement started developing, I tried to push his mouth away, but, he gently latched on to my nipple, which got extended, till it slipped through his teeth. Ooooooooooh Maaaaa ....what an exquisite pain, which excited me to even higher level of horniness. I immediately offered the other breast to him saying "yeh wala duddhu jealous feel kar raha hai (this tit is feeling jealous)". He took the right breast and repeated the treatment my left breast had received earlier. Then he took both my boobs and squeezed them together, giving small loving bites to my nipples and laving them with his tongue. My hips started making involuntary movements, up and down, rubbing my pussy against his thigh. His hands went under me and clutched my ass cheeks, kneading them in rhythm with my hip movements.

After a few minutes of this, his hand slipped from the back, between my legs and started caressing the protruding lips of my pussy. "Madhavu, tum itni pyari or sexy ho, par main tumhari pussy ko nanga dekhna chahta hoon (Madhavu, you are so lovely, so sexy, but I want to see your naked pussy)." I said "Par maine to pussy ko kisi cheez se cover nahin kiya (But, I haven't covered my pussy with anything)." He combed my pussy hair through his fingers and said "Mera matlab tumhari pussy ke baalon se tha (I meant your pubic hair). Main inki shave karoonga (I want to shave them). Mujhe pata hai ki bina baalon ki Madhavu ki pussy bahut sexy hogi aur love-making mein bhi aur mazaa aayega, kyonki pussy aur lund maharaj ka milan acchi tarah ho sakega (I know that without the pubic hair, your pussy will look sexier and during love-making, we will enjoy it even more, because our pubes can rub against each other and feel each other thoroughly)."




Madhavi Ch. 3-5



I knew that I have a gori-chitti (fair) pussy, so I told him to go ahead. He went to the bathroom, and got his razor, shave gel, a mug of water, a small pair of scissors, and a hand towel dipped in warm water. He covered my pussy fuzz with the wet towel, which felt nice and warm, and slowly my pussy hair started dampening. Meanwhile, he caressed my silky smooth long legs from my crotch crease to my toes, whispering sweet nothings like "Kitni mulayam hai (Oooh, how soft). Bilkul malai ki tarah (So creamy). Is par to main agar apni jeebh bhi chalaoon to fisal jayegi (If I run my toungue on it, it will just keep slipping). Madhavu, tumhari laatein kitni sexy hain (Madhavu, your legs are so sexy). Jee karta hai ki inheen ke saath lipat jaane ko (I feel like wrapping them around me or hugging them)." After about ten minutes he said "Chalo bathroom mein. Ab tumhari pussy ke baal naram ho gaye honge (Come lets go to the bathroom. Your pussy hair must have softened by now). Baaki kaam bathroom mein karenge taaki carpet ganda na ho (we will do the rest in the bathroom, so that the carpet doesn't get spoiled)." He lifted me up, with my hands encircling his neck and his hands supporting me from my upper back and my buttocks, walked to the bathroom and gently set me down on the wide horizontal ledge at one end of the tub.

Rahul smiled. "Put your leg here." I rested my leg on the tub, which left my thighs open to him. My pussy pouted at him, the lips just beginning to swell with arousal. Rahul took the pair of small scissors and trimmed the hair on my pussy until it was nearly stubble. Clumps of curly light black hair drifted to the ground. 

"You are really going to shave my pussy?" I squeaked as Rahul reached for the razor. 

Rahul nodded. "You trust me, don't you?" 

I smiled. I was sitting here naked in front of him, my bare breasts temptingly exposed, my slit growing softer and wetter every time he touched me. "Of course I trust you." 

Working more Shave gel into a rich white lather in his palms, Rahul then painted the edges of my cunt with the foam. He shaved my pussy with short, brisk strokes, and then washed it away. The strokes of the razor were applied so lovingly that all my apprehensions evaporated and I started getting turned on again. He pulled the "ghoongat (hood)" above my clitty so that he could reach the hair around it with the razor. this touch sent electrical pulses through my clit and I gave an involuntary twitch. "Don't move, otherwise my concentration will be spoilt", Rahul said. He shaved on both sides of my pussy till my labia majora were clean. Above my clit, he left a small clump of hair untouched saying "Mujhe apne haath se pussy ke baalon ki kanghi karne mein bhi bahut mazaa aata hai (I love to run my hands in your pussy hair, as if I am combing them). Is liye yeh beauty spot diya hai (that is the reason that I have left this beauty spot)." He then continued down to between my ass-cheeks, spreading them, and getting rid of all the hair around my bum-hole too. After finishing, he sat back and admired his handiwork, and then started cleaning off the excess foam left over. While applying the foam, some of the foam had got between the nether lips, which he tried to wipe with his fingers, but, I was very excited and did not want to have an orgasm through finger-fucking, so I stopped him. He looked surprised, but stopped, and then finished wiping my cunt and legs.

"Dekho kitni chikanee choot hai", he said. I touched myself tentatively. "It's so smooth," I said in amazement. Rahul reached down and explored my freshly-shaven slit with his fingers. I stared as my clit emerged from its hood and my cunt lips swelled to a dark pink. "I can see everything." 

Rahul smiled and continued to stroke my cunt, which was now dripping honey all over his fingers. I stroked my nipples absentmindedly as I stared with fascination at my cunt. My nipples were hard and flushed, Rahul knew it wouldn't take long. He shoved one, then two, then three fingers deep into my cunt and fucked me slowly. My pussy made quiet sloshing sounds as he thrust his fingers in and out. 

I was moaning and panting quickly, as I stared at Rahul's broad fingers working in and out of my pussy. When I came, I watched in awe as my pussy leaked hot juice over his fingers. 

Rahul was already pulling his cock out of his pants when I stopped him, my face still flushed from my orgasm. "Not yet," I said. 

"What?" Rahul's cock was throbbing against his belly, pre-cum oozing down the shaft. He had to have my pussy, and soon. 

I picked up the razor and smiled at him. "I'm shaving you first." 

Rahul almost objected, but the image of me naked, my cunt wet and willing and waiting for him, made him stop. He dropped his pajamas and allowed me to trim him. "Careful,' he cautioned as I lifted the razor. 

"Don't worry," I said. With incredible precision, I shaved his cock and balls clean, careful not to nick any of the delicate skin. The light touch of my fingers had Rahul rock-hard despite the dangerous nature of my work. 

When I was done, I wrapped the warm towel around Rahul's throbbing dick and cleaned him off. "Now," I said, and straddled him right there on the bathroom floor, my bare cunt sinking onto his naked pole. 

Both of us looked down as we fucked, watching. Rahul's cock looked even larger than usual, his naked balls fuller. It was easy to see his prick spreading the lips of my pussy apart with each stroke. 

Reaching down between us, I fingered my clit, my palm rubbing my bare patch. Our fucking became harder and wilder as we watched our juices sliding down Rahul's hot root to his balls. 

"That's so damn sexy," Rahul moaned as I slammed my pussy down on his shaft. "Fuck me with that naked pussy." 

"I want to see you come," I said. I rode his pole until I felt his balls lift and tighten. Then I moved off his dick and rubbed my clit as he jerked his shaft. We came together, Rahul spurting his white cum all over my bare cunt. Then he leaned over and cleaned it off with his tongue, bringing me to another gushing orgasm. 

"I've heard it hurts like hell when it grows back," I said as our breathing returned to normal. 

"Well then we'll have to shave it every night," Rahul smiled.

We spent a total of two days and two nights in the Hotel. Since both of us had already finished our official work on the first day itself, these two days were filled with love, love-making and trying out new positions .... each of us trying to determine what turns-on the other the most. It was the happiest period we had so far spent together, without any thought to the realities that we had to get back to. I wanted to spend all my time with him.

Part 4

Madhavi continues:

On the journey back from Baroda, Rahul had once again reserved a coupe in the Rajdhani Express. We were still enjoying memories of the company we had of each other, on exclusive basis, for the last two days and nights. After we had settled in the compartment, we got talking about our lives. I told Rahul about the hassle-free college life I had led and how my friends had all got married. One of my friends had settled in Dubai and recently had a daughter, another one was settled in Surat, which, Rahul told me was just a two to three hour road journey from Baroda.

I also told him about the carefree way we used to gallavant around the town during those college days. Rahul, out of the blue asked me if we used to go around with boys. I told him no, though, I did have my puppy-love crushes. However, one of my friends, whose name was Madhu, did have a boyfriend, Subodh, whose father owned a photographic studio-cum-shop. Subodh was also studying in one of the boys' colleges, and was a good photographer, having learnt it from his father. Normally, whenever we used to go on picnics, Subodh used to bring his camera along and capture us frolicking in gardens on film. In fact the first time I saw actual love-making (chudaai) was when Madhu and Subodh did it.

Rahul was immediately interested and asked me to relate the incident. I started telling him how we went to a picnic, and had two cars in which we travelling. We were five girls and two boys, including Subodh and Madhu.

"As twilight approached, we decided to wind up the picnic and head home. Since the other boy who had brought the car was going in the same direction as three of the girls, they all went off in the other car. Madhu and I piled into Subodh's car and we headed back. On the way, Madhu started insisting that Subodh should get the prints of the photos he had taken at the picnic, right away. Subodh protested that his father's photographic shop would close before we could reach it, but, Madhu, who was sitting in the front, with Subodh, pouted and said in her most seductive voice "Subbu sweetheart, meri itni chhoti si request nahin maan sakte kya (Subodh sweetheart, can't you agree to such a small request from me)?" and put her slim hand on Subodh's thigh. Subodh was so charmed (or maybe turned-on by the possibilities) that he replied "Try karta hoon (I'll try)".

He drove to his house first and picked up the keys of the shop. When we reached the shop, it was quite dark and most other shops were closed. He unlocked the shutter, pushed it up, opened the door and ushered us in. He then lowered the shutter again, so that any inquisitive person would think that the shop was closed. He asked Madhu and me to sit in the counter area of the shop, while he went inside to the darkroom to develop and fix the reels. The shop was constructed in a manner that there was a counter area where the customers were handled, behind which there was a Studio for photography and from the studio-room there was a door leading to the darkroom, which was at the back. Subodh came out and said "Maine developer aur fixer ko garam karne ke liye switch on kar diya hai. Garam hone ke baad mein machine ko on kar ke jab tak print nikaalta hoon, tab tak tum dono sahelian yahan gappein maaro". He went back to the darkroom.

Madhu and I started talking about the picnic and how we all enjoyed ourselves. There were plenty of photographs lying around, some in albums and some loose. Being curious, we started seeing all of them. There were all types of photographs - portraits, sceneries, family get-togethers, weddings, etc. We got absorbed in them, making jokes about some of them, enjoying ourselves and passing remarks about the persons photographed. However, over 30 minutes passed and Subodh did not reappear, so Madhu decided to go to the darkroom and asked me to wait for her saying "Main abhi aati hoon. Tum photo albums dekho". I decided to wait for them, but, my curiosity could not contain itself and I sidled upto the curtain at the Studio entrance to hear what was going on. Since Madhu had earlier been acting quite frisky with Subodh, both at the picnic, as well as in the car, I suspected that she had gone in for more than just finding out how long it will take.

Subodh heard the door to the college darkroom open behind him, and a stream of light came pouring into the room, from the Studio. "Close the door, dammit!" he yelled, trying to shield his developing film from the light. "You're going to ruin the film!" 

"Sorry," Madhu cried, and the door slammed shut. Subodh whirled around, ready to yell again, and saw Madhu.

"It's okay," Subodh said. Madhu was far too beautiful to yell at. She stepped forward into the red light, bringing a whisper of her perfume - musk and oranges - wafting to his nose. The light reflected off her shiny black hair, hanging in a long braid down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, her eyes were wide and brown, and her lips pouted prettily at him. Subodh swallowed. 

I sidled upto the door and saw a small inset through which the darkroom insides were visible, bathed in red light.

"Hi Sweetheart, hamein chhor kar kya kar rahe ho (what are you doing without us)," Madhu said. She stepped forward again, until her body was almost pressing against his. Subodh could see down the front of her kameez to the shadow between her pert breasts. His cock rose to attention, pressing lightly against Madhu's stomach. She spread her hands across his chest, stroking her fingers across his nipples. Standing on tip-toe, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Main dekhna chahti hoon ki kya tum bas batein hi karte ho ya aur bhi kisi cheez ka gyan hai (I want to see whether ou just talk, or are you aware of anything else). Jaise ki pyar karne ka (like love-making)."

Subodh couldn't believe his luck, but was wary since he knew I was waiting outside, and he mentioned it to Madhu. Madhu, by this time was quite aroused and in a languid tone told him "Madhavi to bahar album dekhne mein busy hai. Phikar na karo, woh andar nahin aayegi. Is liye bhi, kyonki tumne abhi warning di hai ki light andar aane se film kharaab ho sakti hai (Madhavi is busy outside looking at the album. Don't worry, she won't come in. And of course also because you have warned her that if any light enters the room, the film will get spoiled)."

His hands were still in the developing solution, and he watched, helpless, as Madhu took hold of the bottom of her kameez and let it slip over her shoulders, exposing her beautiful, petite breasts, with nipples like chocolate toffees. His cock was pounding against his zipper, and he gaped as Madhu knelt and unzipped his pants. He groaned her name as she kissed the length of his shaft and licked his balls, and then expertly took him deep into her mouth. 

Subodh fumbled to finish the film as Madhu sucked his cock. The motion of her slim hands and pretty lips bobbing up and down his tool was driving him to distraction. His hands were covered with the film chemicals, and he couldn't touch her. He threw the film aside and tried his best to fuck her mouth without holding onto her head. Madhu relaxed her jaw and let Subodh drill her mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of her mouth. Subodh gripped the edge of the table and groaned as he came. Madhu released his cock, letting his hot sperm shoot onto her lips and face. As his white fluid dripped down her perfect little features, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked it all off. Subodh panted at the sight. Even I was flushed seeing Subodh's cock, which was the first one I had seen at such close quarters. It was slightly smaller and less wider than yours, Rahul. I gave my pussy a quick rub. It was already wet and I was dripping into my panties. But, I saw a movement inside the darkroom, so I quickly and silently returned to the counter area outside the studio room, keeping the curtain closed, with just a chink open for me to see what was going on.

"I have to wash my hands," Subodh said clumsily, and hurried over to the sink, his cock hanging out of his pants, still half-erect. Madhu too wiped off Subodh's creamy sperm off her face and breasts. When he turned around again, Madhu was walking out of the darkroom into the photography studio. He followed quickly.

"Will you take some pictures of me?" Madhu flirted, rubbing her nipples lightly with her fingers, making them stick out through the kameez invitingly. 

Subodh looked around and grabbed a camera off a nearby stool. He began shooting immediately, watching Madhu through the viewfinder. She cupped her breasts and licked her lips. Subodh's cock sprang to full attention. Madhu put her hands under the waist-band of her salwaar, drew out the string, undid the knot, by pulling one end, slowly and teasingly. She then coyly bent over and stripped off her salwaar. Subodh took pictures of her only in her little white panties, her bush glowing darkly through the thin fabric. 

As she turned away from him, and bent over to strip off her panties, Subodh ran out of film. He replaced the film frantically, and began shooting again in time to see her spread her legs wide and look at him from between her knees. Her pussy lips were small, but engorged and pink and wet. Her asshole winked at him as she spread her ass-cheeks and he took picture after picture. Subodh was very excited and Madhu could not help noticing his cock twitching in anticipation. 

Madhu sat on a stool and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips with her finger, pushing aside her silky black cunt hair to expose her hard pink clit. She rolled it between her fingers as she leaned her head back and moaned. Subodh could see that the inside of her thighs were shiny with her juices. 

The camera fell to his side as Subodh stared at Madhu, transfixed as she began finger-fucking herself, her fingers spreading out delicately as she filled her cunt and her pussy cream dripped down her hands. He stroked his cock as he watched her come, her thumb flicking frantically over her stiff clit. 

Unable to control himself anymore, Subodh put down the camera and walked over to Madhu. She turned around, placing her hands on the stool and wiggling her ass invitingly at him. With one hard stroke, he buried himself deep inside her tight choot, her juices flowing down his aching cock. He pounded into Madhu's cunt, his balls smacking her wet clit, each thrust lifting her toes off the ground as she squealed and moaned in ecstasy "Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooooohhhh! Haan aur jor se (Yeeessss, harder). Apna lund meri choot mein aur ghusero (Put your cock in my cunt). Aaaahhhh Subodh. Nehla do pyare lund ko meri choot ke juice mein (Bathe your cock in my cunt-juice). Aur jor se (Harder...)." She seemed to be oblivious of my presence and that I could hear everything.

Madhu's tight cunt squeezed his cock as she came, and Subodh felt his balls contract, his cock throb as he released his hot load into her waiting slit. He thrust until he stopped spurting, cum dripping down his shaft onto his pants. Madhu turned around and stuck her fingers in her cunt, pulling out a handful of his cum and then licking her fingers clean. She dropped to her knees and licked his cock clean. 

Suddenly we heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside the shop, with a lathi being banged around. Madhu grabbed her clothes and ran into the darkroom laughing, and started wearing her clothes.

"Chowkidar," a voice called from outside the shutter. "Sahab, sab kucch theek-thaak hai na (Sir, I hope everything is fine)?" 

"Haan (Yes)," Subodh called. "Koyi urgent kaam tha, woh kar raha hoon (Some urgent work had come in and I am just completing it)." Apparently the Chowkidar recognised Subodh's voice and went away. 

Madhu slipped on her clothes. "Let's develop these pictures too," she said to Subodh. "I want to see how they came out."

Subodh said "Maine reel camera se nikal li hai. Madhavi bahar hai, is liye, main phir kabhi aake inko bhi develop kar loonga, aur tumhe dikhaoonga. Par abhi nahin (I have taken out the reel from the camera. Madhavi is outside, so I will come back later and develop the reel and show you the photographs. Not now)."

Madhu told him to give the reel to her for safe-keeping and they agreed on coming again the next evening after the shop closed, to develop and print the reel Subodh had shot in the studio. Madhu apparently wanted to see herself in those photos and then destroy both the reel and the photographs, just in case they fell in wrong hands.

They came out of the darkroom to the counter area and showed me the picnic photographs. The photos were superb and I chose the ones I wanted prints of. Madhu told me that she will bring the copies to college the day after. When we were back in the car, while Subodh was locking-up, Madhu whispered to me "Achha live show dekha? Main to kal ka bhi program bana ke aayi hoon. Tu bhi karegi kya (so you saw a live show. i have in fact made a program for tomorrow too. Do you also want to do it?)?" I flatly said no, but reassured her that her secret was safe with me.

I was quite turned on by the memories which I had just related to Rahul, and we once again, made wild passionate love on the train, till both of us fell asleep in each others' arms. As all good things in life end, this too ended the next day when we reached home. Adjusting to the normal home routine was very difficult, since I started missing Rahul the moment we parted. In fact each and every thing that we had used or purchased in Baroda, was a constant reminder of his love for me and I wanted to rush back to his arms. It was more like an unbearable pain in the heart.




Madhavi Ch. 3-5



Part 5

Now back to me.

Madhavi and I returned to attending our office. Every time I see her, I get a hard-on, but, Madhavi with her sexy body keeps on teasing me. The intimate moments we had shared are cherished by both of us. In fact whenever she gets the time, she drops in for a chat, and if possible, we steal kisses and I like to fondle her pretty face, her lovely and baby-soft boobs and rub her thighs near the junction of her legs where her beautiful pussy beckons me. I drool at the prospect of licking her pussy or sucking her erect nipples while fondling her rounded ass. Many times when we get a fleeting chance of hugging each other, with her breasts pressed to my chest, my hands fondling her round globe-like ass-cheeks. She too rubs her pussy against my hard-on, making the experience very bitter-sweet with longing on both sides. Many times she tells me "Kucch kucch ho raha hai (something is happening to me)". When I ask her "Kya ho raha hai (What is happening)?", she tells me "Meri pussy geeli ho gayi hai (My pussy has become wet)." I can hear the undertone of passion when she says this and my lund goes crazy twitching with longing for her.

One day, our boss told us to go a local customer's premises to reconcile accounts. This customer claimed that they did not owe us anything, but, our Finance department was showing overdue payment. Since order processing is done by Madhavi and I look after Sales, we had to sort it out jointly. Madhavi accompanied me in my car, which was being driven by me. As she was sitting next to me, I could not help myself but look at her beautiful assets. Her round, pointed boobs jutting out, her slim waist and long, tapered legs made me so turned on that I could not keep my left hand to myself, and took every opportunity to fondle her thighs. Although she kept her hand-bag on her lap, which was a constant irritant, a touch of her soft thighs and the proximity of my hand to her treasure hole with soft curly hair only increased my want for her. She too verbally acknowledged her need for my making love to her, but, was very reserved due to the fact that we were driving through busy streets.

After the session with the customer, we found that we had finished the work with only half hour for our office to close down. Since the office was quite a distance away, and we could not make it in the traffic in time, Madhavi suggested "Chalo long drive ke liye chalte hain (Lets go for a long drive)". I asked her "Where?" She said "Kahin doooooor, jahan koyi na na ho (some place faaaaar away. A lonely spot)."

I immediately headed for the outskirts of the city, till we reached a large park in one of the satellite towns adjoining the city. I parked the car in a manner that we could observe people passing by or see well in advance if anyone was approaching the car. We started talking of our passion for each other. Suddenly, Madhavi reached out and put her hand on the fly of my trouser and started caressing my cock, which was outlined in it. My cock having a mind of its own started hardening. Madhavi coyly asked me "Kya maine yeh kiya hai (Have I caused this)?" There was obviously only one answer, so I replied "Don't start something you can't complete?"

Madhavi gave me steamy look and her hand went upto the top of my fly and zipped my fly down. then she reached into my jockey briefs and took out my hard cock. It was quite a struggle since the space within my trousers was restricted and my cock so hard that it became quite an effort to spring it out. But, Madhavi and I managed it and she leaned over and in one swoop licked the glans by ovalling her beautiful cupid lips. Then she started kissing it, laving her tongue all around the glans. She peeled the foreskin down and gave a good licking to the underside of the glans of my cock, and then giving quick licks along the length. I was in heaven and my hands itched for the feel of her skin. I bent down and gently kissed the blades of her shoulders, caressing them with my hands, gently slipping my hand over her alabaster neck, down to the jutting orbs, slipping through her kameez and bra, to cover one soft boob in my palm. She was already aroused, since her nipple was already hard, gently scratching my palm. She let out a moan on my cock indicating her pleasure at this touch. With my cock in her one hand, with the other hand, she unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach. Then she slid my briefs down, while I helped her do it by raising my butt from the car seat. Now my trousers were bunched up at my ankles, while she devoted her energies to caressing my cock and balls, holding my cock firmly in her beautiful, tapered fingers.

My cock was hard and my breathing became more and more laboured as she kissed and licked my stomach leaving it moist with her warm saliva down to my navel. She continued flexing my cock and caressing my balls with her hand. Then she started kissing its head. My body shuddered with excitement as her wet lips and tongue slowly encircled my erect shaft, moving her head up and down with short quick movements while making soft slurping sounds.

Moans of pleasure were coming from deep inside me. Oh god, this felt so good I thought. Madhavi suddenly stopped and looked up. "Did you like that Rahul?" she said softly still licking the moisture from her lips. "Oh Madhavi, that felt real good," I answered. "Would you like to touch me now?" she quietly asked. My consent was given through the hot passinate look I gave her. She just smiled, gently pulling me forward. "First unbutton my kameez from the back" she said in a encouraging tone of voice. My hands were shaking as I loosened each button but something else drove me now, something that I couldn't quite explain.

As each button came loose, more of her beautiful breasts were exposed to me behind a lacy bra. I could feel my cock throbbing. When I loosened the last button she slowly lowered her kameez over her shoulders, exposing her lacy bra. Then, she lowered the cups of her bra. she was looking fantastic with her boobs standing out prominently, with her kameez and bra supporting her beautiful boobs at the bottom of the orbs of delight. "Do you like them Rahul?" she asked. I was in awe. They were just as beautiful as I had seen them in flesh in Jaipur. Her breasts weren't that large but they were nicely shaped with prominent erect nipples. She gently took my hands in hers and placed them on her warm breasts. While softly squeezing them she moved my hands in small circles over her soft satiny flesh. I watched as she closed her eyes and moaned softly as my finger tips caressed her erect nipples, "Oh Rahul, kitna accha lagta hai, do you like them?"

I was becoming speechless and just nodded my head. Then she then bent down again between my legs and enthusiastically took my cock into her wet mouth. I laid back on the seat and watched as she kissed the head eagerly then slid my shaft deep into her mouth again and again running her warm tongue along it's entire length till I felt I would explode. Just when I was about to cum she stopped sucking my cock quickly looked up at me and smiled, then said "Kya aapko mera yeh karna accha laga (did you like what I did)?"

"Yes," I managed to say my breathing noticeably heavy. "Kya aap mere liye bhi kuch kar sakte hain (Can you do something for me too)?" she asked me. "Meri jaan tumne to jannat dikha di hai. Mein jo kahogi, karoonga (Sweetheart, you have just given me a glimpse of heaven. I'll do anything you want)," I responded.

"Mein salwaar dheeli kar rahi hoon (I am loosening the draw-string of my salwaar). Meri pussy mein bahut khujli ho rahi hai (my pussy is burning up). Kaya aap meri pucchlu ki khujli ko theek karenge (will you douse the fire ranging in my loins)?" she looked endearingly at me. "Kya pyase ko pani chaahiye (does a thirsty man refuse water)?" I thought. With this she put her hand under her salwaar top edge, took out the draw-string, gave a pull at it and loosened the draw-string so that I could slide my hand inside. Her cute belly-button was visible, and I could not help myself and gently caressed her tummy, played with her belly-button and then slid my hands into the loosened salwaar, savouring the soft touch of her skin till my hands encountered the elastic of her panties. My hand did not linger long, and slid under the elastic of her panties and encountered her curly bush, which was soft as well as slightly wiry to touch. She had trimmed her pubic bush, so the feel was of both her gentle brush like hair as well as the soft skin underneath. I savoured the moment and started moving my hand gently across her bush, when inadvertantly, my fingers nudged the bunched up skin above her pussy. She gave a slight start and pushed her hips forward with a deep moan "Ooooooh!" My fingers slipped into the crease of her slit, which, to my extreme delight was nice and wet. I gently moved my fingers in the crease of her pussy, as if measuring it, from her cunt hole to her clitty. No sooner that I touched her clitty, her moaning became even more pronounced, and she started whispering "Haan yahan (Yes, here). Rahul, meri aag bujhaa do (Rahul, douse my fire). Ooooh Rahul, kitna mazaa aa raha hai (Ooooh Rahul, how lovely). Meri clitty ke saath aur khelo (play with my clitty)."

Ready to bring this sexy wench off, I started strumming her clitoris gently, as her moans increased in intensity. Dipping my finger tips in her pussy well, I drew more moisture and transfered it to her clit, which was growing. Her nipples were standing out and I took one of them in my mouth, strumming the nipple with my toungue in the rhythm of my finger on her clit. Her moans became more shrill and she started doing "Ee ee ee ee ee ee" and moving her hips more violently, till she screamed out "Oh Rahul, mere love, mere jaanu, mera nikal raha hai (my darling, I'm coming)", and I found my fingers drenched in her sweet cunt-juices.

I wasn't finished with her, so I took out my hand and licked my fingers with her cunt honey dripping from them. She was lying with her eyes half closed, a sweet hint of satisfaction being communicated through the smile on her cupid lips. I inserted my hand into her salwaar once again, my mouth latched on to her right boob, and started strumming her clitoris with my thumb once again, while my middle finger probed her fuck-hole at its rim. This was too much for her, and her hips started bucking up and down once again, and my finger was driven into her choot right upto the last knuckle. Her "Si si see seeee seeeeee si seeee" indicated her arousal. Her hand, which had been idle for sometime, clamped on my cock as if it was giving her the necessary energy to reach her peak, and started wanking it in rhythm of her hip movement. Suddenly she squealed out loud and clamped the hand in her choot, with her legs like a vise. This triggered my own orgasm and my cock spewed out cum in spurts, gobs after gobs, splattering on the dashboard, windscreen,the steering wheel and some on her sexy breasts. We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity, with my finger in her choot (pussy), my thumb still gently caressing her sensitive clitty and her hand moving gently up and down my cock. She disengaged her hand and scooped some of my cum from her boobs and sucked on her fingers as if she was tasting the most delicious thing in the world, looking intently at me with adoration in her eyes. Then, I took a few napkins from the napkin box and wiped her boobs gently and cleaned the other areas of the car where my cum had splashed. With her beautiful boobs hanging out, her salwaar near her knees and her pink choot (cunt) winking through her light pubic hair, I could not resist myself encircling her waist and pulling her to me and kissing her ardently on her lips and face. She took my love with the adulation it deserved and her arms went around my neck while our tongues licked each others' lips. My hands slipped down from her waist and clutched her shapely ass which was soooo soft and meaty, that my lund started reacting again. She felt the movement and moaned once again. But, now she was once again in control of herself and knew that we could not proceed further given the fact that we were parked in front of a park (though twilight had started), and there could be a risk of being caught.

On the drive back, both of us were still in the euphoria of satisfaction, though both wanting to reach the all consuming passion of screwing each other. We knew that it would not be possible for us to consummate our passions this way, and the thought depressed us a bit. Then, to my delight, Madhavi said "Ham Delhi se bahar kab jaa sakte hain (when can we next go outside Delhi)?"

I told her that I have some leave overdue and we can plan a trip outside the country, so that we do not have to meet on the sly. She was taken aback and said "Woh to bahut kharcha aayega (It will cost a lot)". I said "Madhavi, meri jaan, meri sab kucch. Tumhare liye to main kucch bhi karoonga (Madhavi, my love, my life, my everything. I'll do anything for you). Tum apna passport tayyar rakho. Mein boss se baat karke dates nikalta hoon (keep your passport ready. I'll talk to the Boss and finalise the dates). Us se pehle, zara calculate karke mujhe yeh bataao ki tumhare periods ki dates kaun si hain Just calculate when your periods are due). Phir main boss se chhutti ki dates sanction karwa loonga (after that I'll talk to the Boss and finalise the leave dates). Tum bhi apne department mein application de dena (You too can put in an application for leave). Kyonki ham videsh ja rahe hain, kum-se-kum 10 din ka program rahega (since we will be going abroad, it will have to be a program for at least 10 days)."

Madhavi, was now very excited with the prospect of combining not only her passion for our love-making, but also the prospect of being abroad. We planned to have a holiday in Hong Kong and Macao, both having prospects of a real holiday, with lots of time together. It goes without saying that we were going to stay together in the same room. I look forward to this program because of the fact that I will have this delightfully sexy nymphette to myself for ten days. I was sure that our unbridled passions will be let loose. I will let you know how we enjoyed the holiday when we return.

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