3 comments/ 42812 views/ 11 favorites Smita's Life Ch. 01 By: bdrew86 Narlepur was a sleepy town in the Konkan region of Maharashtra. The town was a typical konkan town with a population of a few thousand, a slow life, lots of coconut trees and paddy fields. Narlepur was surrounded by thick evergreen forests on three sides with a beautiful white beach to the west. The town, even though was just a couple of hours from Mumbai, India's largest city was relatively isolated. It had a small bus stop where a bus came by every few hours, taking the town folk to Mumbai. The town was few kilometers off the National Highway which ran across the entire stretch of Konkan region right from Mumbai to Mangalore. The town also had a railway station. A single platform station that was never busy like other train stations in India are. The economy of this town was dominated by agriculture and tourism. People from Mumbai would come to Narlepur to be away from their hectic life and the chaos and confusion of the city. This town provided a good alternative to the world famous tourist destination Goa with its proximity to Mumbai and very inexpensive life style. Life in Narlepur started late in the morning and ended early in the evening. The shops would open after 10am and would close by 7pm. Except for essential services such as hospitals, medical stores, petrol pumps and restaurants that catered to the tourists; nothing would stay open beyond 8pm. ----------------------------------------------------------- It was just another typical day in Narlepur. It was around 11.30 am. People were going around doing their business. Children were in school, housewives were busy in preparations for lunch time. But there was one house which was different. There weren't any regular household activities going on in the house. It was a little too quite. Neighbors couldn't hear any noise coming from the house. The house was an independent three storied bungalow with a big garden in front and an equally large back yard. The house had a slating roof, typical of the houses in the region. It had 5 bedrooms besides the living room, kitchen, balconies and the office. On the first floor of the house was the master bedroom. The room was large with a king size bed in the middle, two side tables on either side of the bed. The bedroom had a french window that would open to the back yard beyond which was the beach. There were two large wall closets with a mirror and a dressing table. The room also had an attached bathroom just like other master bedrooms have. A large, muscular man stood right in the middle of the room, next to the king size bed; naked, his eyes closed facing the ceiling, breathing heavily. In the throes of ecstasy, the man managed to open his eyes and look down at the site. A young, sexy woman was on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick, making loud slurping noises as she sucked with all her might. The woman's name was Smita and the man's name was Dhondu. Smita took his dick out of her mouth and kissed it. The dick was oozing pre cum which she spread all over the dick head with her slim finger. She spat a large glob of saliva on the dick to make it wet and slippery. She looked up at him, winked and resumed the blowjob. Dhondu held her head with his large, strong hands and started fucking her mouth. His long, thick cock was going deep into her mouth. She would gag occasionally but wouldn't stop sucking. He stopped mouth fucking her and she quickly moved her mouth to his balls. His balls were very large, proportionate to his long, thick dick. She sucked on each of his balls all the while looking into his eyes. He moaned in delight and she giggled with his balls still in her mouth. There is nothing sexier than a woman looking at you as she sucks your dick thought Dhondu. Smita licked along the length of his shaft, biting his dick head lightly. She then proceeded to engulf his entire dick into her mouth. After another minute she stopped sucking, removed his dick from her mouth and looked up to him. Smita: Dhondu... why don't you return the favor? Dhondu: I'd love to lick your pussy. I just love that pink cunt of yours. Smita got up and walked towards the side of the bed, Dhondu followed her. She lay down on the bed on her back, her large, pointy nipples facing the ceiling. Dhondu got down on his knees on the side of the bed and pulled her towards him. Dhondu put her legs on his shoulder, her pussy within inches of his mouth. Her pussy would always drive him crazy. It was the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen in his life. It was soft, pink and wet. It was hairless except for a thin triangular patch of hair above pointing towards the clit as if giving directions to the pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen spread and were leaking profusely. The womanly scent and taste always made the fire burning in Dhondu's loins intense. He took out his long tongue and started licking her pussy. Smita's started taking short and hurried breaths. Dhondu licked her fuck hole, sucked her pussy lips hard. He then went towards the clit. It was swollen and throbbing. He took it in his mouth and sucked hard. A moan escaped her mouth as she arched her back. Smita: Aaah aah aah aah...go on...Don't stop......ooooohhhhhh!!!! Dhondu inserted his middle finger into her pussy. She moaned louder pulling his head further into her pussy, urging him to go on with his actions. Dhondu then inserted another finger and started finger fucking her faster. At the same time he sucked on her clit harder. This triggered Smita's orgasm. She screamed as it hit her. Her eyes rolled and she felt the room spinning fast. Smita's orgasm lasted more than a minute. By then Dhondu had stopped licking and had moved to her side. She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. Dhondu got on top of her and squeezed boobs and pinched her nipples. Smita's boobs were not very large neither were they very small. Supple and enticing. Her areolas were as big as a 1 ruppee coin, dark brown in color. Her nipples were in perfect proportion to her areolas, standing proud and erect. In short her breasts were perfect. Smita pulled Dhondu's face towards her and kissed him hard. Dhondu reciprocated all the while squeezing her tits. Dhondu: Which one should I suck? You tell me... Smita smiled and pointed towards her left breast. Dhondu immediately put his mouth there and started sucking. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, flicked it and pulled it. Smita giggled as his stubble pricked her soft skin making her feel ticklish. Dhondu was feverishly sucking her left breast while he massaged her right breast with his rough hands. Dhondu stopped sucking her left tit. Smita grabbed her right one and fed it him. He repeated the actions on the other breast as well. Dhondu now started sucking both her breasts alternately. As Dhondu was sucking her breasts, Smita brought her hand between them and grabbed his cock and rubbed it. She brought his cock to her pussy dragged it along the length of her pussy. Smita's actions made Dhondu realize that she was ready for fucking. He stopped sucking her breasts and got up. He got off the bed and went towards his shirt which was lying on a chair. He took a condom out of the shirt pocket and quickly got to the bed. Smita sat up and took the condom from his hands. She carefully tore open the packet and removed the condom. She slowly wore the condom on the dick. Dhondu pushed her on the bed and got on top of her. Smita raised and spread her legs as wide as she could. Dhondu kept her legs on his shoulder and brought his dick to the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed his dick head on her pussy for a couple of times. Then in one swift motion he stuffed his dick inside her pussy all the way to the base. Smita screamed in pain as his thick dick spread her pussy lips wide. Dhondu immediately stated fucking her at full speed. His dick was moving in and out of her pussy like a piston, not stopping for even one second. Her pussy muscles gripped his dick tight, making it fit perfectly. Dhondu's dick was thick, creating a friction that was driving Smita crazy. Dhondu stopped fucking. He took a pillow lying nearby and put it under Smita's ass. He lay on top of her crushing her beautiful breasts with his chest. He grabbed her ass tight with his hands and started fucking her with gusto. Smita started hollering in pleasure, her mouth open in 'O' shape. Dhondu's cock was going deeper into her pussy, to places unexplored. They kissed, their tongues mashing against each other like two swords clashing in battle. Dhondu sucked on her earlobes, blowing softly into her ears making Smita go wild. He rested his head on her nape, kissing and licking her softly. Dhondu stopped and took his dick out with a plop sound. He lay down on his back, his dick standing erect. Smita knew what he wanted and quickly got on top of him. She held his shaft in her left hand and rubbed it on her pussy. She adjusted the cock at her pussy entrance and slowly inserted it in her pussy. Within seconds, the dick was all the way into her pussy. Smita now started moving up and down on Dhondu's dick. Her boobs bounced as she jumped on the dick. She moved her hips forwards and backwards, moved them in circles. Dhondu moaned at her expert fucking. He loved the way she would fuck him on top. Smita loved to be on top. It would give her control on the depth, speed and motion. It was one of the two ways in which she would be in control, other being sucking his dick. Dhondu was very dominating in bed, Smita loved it but she didn't mind being in control once in a while. Smita again started bouncing on his dick. She looked in the mirror opposite to her. The gold chain on her neck was dancing wildly as she moved. Dhondu grabbed her boobs and lowered them to his mouth and began sucking them. With Smita moving up and down, it was difficult for him to suck on her tits. Smita and Dhondu had been fucking for a long time now and their orgasms were drawing closer. Dhondu grabbed Smita's ass and started fucking her hard. Her moans grew louder and louder with each stroke. After a few seconds of intense stroking, a massive orgasm hit Smita. She screamed loudly not caring if anyone would hear her. Smita's orgasm also triggered Dhondu's orgasm and with a loud grunt he emptied his seed into the condom. Smita collapsed on Dhondu, her boobs crushed against his hairy chest, the gold chain pricking Dhondu in his chest. After a while, they came back to their senses, their breathing now becoming normal with each passing moment. Smita got off Dhondu, his semi erect dick escaped the confines of her pussy. She took off the condom and sucked on it, drinking all his semen within. She also sucked his cock clean of all his juices. She put her head on his chest, her fingers playing with his chest hair. Dhondu kept quite, watching her play with his chest, his breathing still a little heavy. Soon they drifted to sleep. Smita woke up to the sound of her cell phone ring. She got up and picked up the phone. It was her father calling. Smita belonged to a family of landlords. Her ancestors were feudal lords and ruled the region. During the British rule, the town of Narlepur became a Princely State. After India gained Independence, the government abolished royal titles but allowed the royal families to retain the vast stretches of land in their region. In return for their title, the government paid them royalties which amounted to millions of rupees a year. Smita's parents had shifted to Mumbai a few years ago as their businesses were based there. Smita, after completing her education and working for a few years had shifted to Narlepur to look after the family property. Her father had employed several people to assist her in the administration of the region. She had several servants at her disposal that looked after the house. Her office staff included accountants, office assistants, and supervisors that assisted her in the administration of the property. Smita wasn't nervous that her father was calling. She had gotten used to such incidences since she started sleeping with Dhondu. She let the phone ring for a couple of times before picking it up. Smita talked to her parents, their conversation was usual parent-daughter talk. They asked her about her work and she updated them. Dhondu was still lying on the bed stark naked. He realized that Smita's father, his boss was on the other end of the phone. He sat up, crept behind Smita, held her boobs from behind started squeezing them. Dhondu's manipulations of her breasts were making it really difficult to for Smita to talk to her parents in a normal tone. She started breathing heavily, moans almost escaping from her mouth as she tried hard to control her actions. After a few minutes of talking, Smita cut the call and threw the phone on the bed. She turned to Dhondu and looked at him with anger. Smita: You moron, I was talking to my father and you were troubling me. Luckily I controlled myself. What if he got suspicious? Dhondu: I don't care if it was your father and I don't care if he gets suspicious. You don't worry about all such things when my dick is in your mouth? Do you? Then why behave like a saint now? Saying this Dhondu pinched her nipples hard making Smita squeal in pain. Dhondu had a point, Smita thought to herself. She never cared about anything when she was in bed with this man. In fact she loved every second of it and wished for more. Dhondu: Get on your knees, suck my dick and behave like the cum hungry slut that you really are!! Smita smiled and hit Dhondu lightly on his arm. She got of the bed and kneeled on the floor near the edge. She took a pillow from the bed and placed it below her knees to avoid the hard floor from hurting her knees as well as to get some elevation. She took her hairclip from the side table and tied her hair into a bun. Meanwhile Dhondu sat on the edge of the bed with his dick pointing towards Smita. Smita brought her mouth close to the dick and took her tongue out. Dhondu slapped his dick on her tongue a few times before inserting it in her mouth. Smita started sucking his dick. She employed her usual blowjob technique but was doing it very slowly this time. She would very slowly swallow his dick all the way and would slowly pull out right till the moment the dick head was between her lips. She focused on the dick head this time. She swirled her tongue around the head, licked the point where the head met the shaft. She sucked it hard and fast like a vacuum machine. She bit his dick lightly and giggled as Dhondu cringed. Smita loved oral sex especially blowjobs. She always looked at her man while she sucked him. She liked watching his expressions as she pleasured him. She also knew that men thought eye contact to be very sexy. Smita's expert cock sucking was bringing Dhondu closer to an orgasm. He watched in wonder, breathing heavily as Smita sucked his dick like a pro. A few strands of her hair would come in the way of her sucking and she would delicately push them behind her ear. She was maintaining eye contact with him during the whole act. After being sucked for 15 minutes, Dhondu was almost on the verge of cumming. Smita lifted his ball sack and licked the space between his dick and his asshole. This amazing move triggered Dhondu's orgasm. He got off the bed, pulled Smita's hair so that her face was right in front of his dick and shot his load. Strands after strands of semen fell on Smita's face with a huge force. She closed her eyes as cum fell on her cheeks, nose, lips and chin. Dhondu collapsed on the bed after his orgasm subsided and Smita licked all the cum that he deposited on her face. After a couple of minutes, Smita got up and went to the bathroom. She stood beneath the shower as warm water flowed from her head to toe. She started thinking as to how did she land up in this condition? She was well educated, cultured, sophisticated. How did she end up in bed with Dhondu who far from being her type, was not even of her social status. Dhondu was her gardener!!!! As she thought about all this, her mind went into a flashback. To be continued... Smita's Life Ch. 02 Smita spent most of her life away from Narlepur. She did her schooling from a prestigious school in Panchgani. She would visit her home town only during vacations when her parents would also come down to their small town. Smita's parents were very protective of her and she was brought up with very conservative way. Her association with boys had been very limited firstly because of the fear of her parents and later because of the habit of staying away from boys. Beyond hi's and hello's, she kept no contact with boys. She spent her school years in a strict convent girl's school that made her very socially awkward with boys. Smita had always been a very cute girl. When in school one could notice that she would grow up to become a hottie. When Smita hit puberty, she started blossoming into a very beautiful girl. Smita was an athletic person and participated in many sports. Such vigorous physical activity kept her in shape, with just the right amount of fat in the right places. After she completed her schooling, Smita's excellent academic performance and her achievement in sports made sure that she got into a very reputed college in Mumbai. After spending several years away from home, she was happy that she had moved back with her parents. In college, Smita quickly won over several friends with her jovial nature although all her friends were girls. With time Smita warmed up to boys as well. Her friends were all very social with boys; some were in relations while others were interested in flings. Within the first year itself, Smita's friend circle expanded from 5 people to 9 people who included 4 girls and 5 boys. She used to see her girl friends dating other boys, some of them were sexually active and were not at all discreet about their sexuality. During their sleepovers, Smita would hear her friends narrate their escapades which would turn her on very much. Though she would not admit but she also enjoyed listening to her friends brag about their sex lives. Smita and her friends would also watch porn from where Smita gained a lot of knowledge about sex. Smita was one of the most beautiful girls in her college. Being beautiful, smart and versatile made her very popular in college. She always had a string of boys trying to woo her. During her college years, Smita had 2 fairly long relationships. Her first boyfriend, Akash, whom she met during the 1st year of graduation, introduced her to the world of romance and intimacy. Akash was in her group of friends and was a good looking chap. He had this chocolate boy look which charmed Smita. Akash asked her out and she readily accepted. She and Akash would go to the isolated corners of their college and would make out. She was very shy then and their sexual encounters would not go beyond kissing and feeling each others over their clothes. Whenever he tried to put his hands insider her clothes, she would push him back. She wanted to go further but the fear of her parents and the societal pressure prevented her from doing so. They both being sexual amateurs couldn't take their relationship any further. So, like almost all college romances, her relationship with Akash didn't last long. It just faded away with time and they parted ways. Smita's second boyfriend, Yash was the college cricket team captain. He was handsome and was also good in academics. Yash opened her eyes to the world of sex. It was to whom she lost her virginity in the 3rd year of graduation. Smita, Yash and all their friends had gone on a trip to Matheran, a hill station near Mumbai. They had rented a cottage which overlooked the forests of Sahyadri. After a hectic day of sight seeing and exploring the place, the group retreated to their cottage. After a heavy mean, all the friends gathered near the fire place. Smita and Yash sat close to each other, a thick blanket wrapped around them. As they talked to their friends, Yash sneaked his hand to Smita's tit. He gently squeezed her boobs. He brought his other hand to her pussy and rubbed it over her pajamas. This two way assault on her was taking its toll on Smita. She was breathing heavily, beads of sweat started forming on her forehead. With her friends just a few feet away from her, Smita had to control herself greatly. She couldn't risk letting her friends know what her boyfriend was doing to her. Yash, then put his hand inside her shirt, pushed the bra upwards and pinched her nipples. His cold hands on her hot nipples made Smita yelp in pleasure. All her friends stared at her as Smita gave a shit eating grin. Yash also stopped playing with her for a while. He didn't want to create a scene in front of his friend, especially the gossip queen Leena who was sitting just a few feet away from them. After a few minutes, the rest of the couples went to their respective bedrooms. Yash held Smita's hand and pulled her towards their bedroom. They both were very horny and threw themselves at each other. A very passionate night ensued. It was a night when Smita lost her virginity. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, Smita had now become a woman. Their relationship ended when Yash applied for admission to a college in the US. He dumped her and moved on with his life in another country. Smita was heart broken. She loved Yash and wanted their relationship to continue to its logical end. Smita healed her broken heart in a few months. She graduated from college with excellent scores. Smita stayed away from relationships during her entire Master's course. She concentrated completely on her studies and passed the exam with flying colors. After she completed her studies she was offered a job as an assistant lecturer in a reputed arts college. There she met Anand. Anand was her boss, senior professor of psychology in her college. He was a widower, his wife died in an accident. He was 40 years old and Smita was 23 when they met. They clicked immediately and grew close to each other. Anand was a good looking, mature and a very well read man. He would share his deep knowledge of psychology with Smita. His worldly ways impressed Smita and she developed a huge crush on her boss. It was the month of July. It was raining heavily as it usually does in Mumbai. Smita had completed her work and was waiting in the lobby of the college for the rain to subside but it didn't slow down at all. She learnt from a colleague that the local trains had shut down. Smita was now worried. How was she supposed to get home when the fastest and the most reliable mode of transport had come to a grinding halt? As she was thinking of how to solve this problem, Anand came to the lobby. He saw the worried expression on her face and asked her what was wrong. She told him her problem. Anand, like a true gentleman offered to help. Anand: Don't worry Smita, I have a car. I will drop you to your house. Smita: Ohh sir, why do you have to go all through this trouble for me? It's ok; I will somehow make my way home. Anand: Don't be foolish Smita! Look at the rain, it has been raining since noon and there are no signs that it will slow down or stop any time soon. Come with me. Smita: Yeah...you are right. Ok Sir, I will come with you. Thank you so much!! Anand: Don't mention dear. They proceeded to the basement of the building where his car was parked. They got into the car and left the campus. It was raining cats and dogs, visibility was very less. Anand switched on the radio to ease Smita's tension. Suddenly there was an announcement on the radio that the Milan subway was closed due to flooding. Smita was now in big problem. Milan Subway was the only road that was connecting her workplace and her house. Smita: Oh Shit...Now how do we get to my house? Anand: That's exactly what I was thinking about. We sure are in a problem. But I have a solution. My house is 5 minutes from here. Why don't we go there? You can wait till the rain subsides and then I will drop you home. Smita: Ok Sir, we don't have a choice but to go to your place. Anand drove towards his house. It was situated in a middle class suburb. He parked his car in the open parking lot of his apartment complex. His building was at least 50 meters from there. They both sprinted towards the building and got in. They made their way to his 10th floor apartment. He opened the door and they both entered his house. The house was spacious yet simple. The hall had decent furniture with a sofa set, a few showcases and a TV cabinet. Anand went in the bedroom and brought a couple of towels for them to wipe themselves. Anand: Smita, you clothes are completely drenched. If you stay in them for long, you will fall ill. Smita: What am I supposed to do? I don't have a spare set of clothes. Anand: I have a shirt and a pair of pants inside, do you mind wearing them for a while till your clothes dry? Smita was reluctant to change into his clothes but the cold winds blowing through the window weren't helping. She had no option but to change into his clothes. Anand took out a shirt and a pair of pants from his cupboard and gave it to Smita. She excused herself to the bathroom to change. She came out in a few minutes and sat on the couch. Anand sat on the sofa chair next a few feet away from her. Anand offered her a hot cup of tea which she readily accepted. While Anand was preparing tea, Smita looked around the room. She saw a picture of a beautiful woman on a wall. The photo was covered with sandalwood garland. That must be Anand's wife; she was so beautiful Smita thought to herself. Anand returned with two cups of tea and saw Smita looking at the picture. Anand: She was my wife. She died 7 years ago. Smita turned to look at him. He kept the cups on the table in front of her and sat on the sofa next to her. Anand: She died in a car accident on Pune-Mumbai Highway. Smita: Didn't you have kids? Anand: My wife was 6 months pregnant when she died. We were going to have our first baby. We were at the top of the world, a happy couple before tragedy struck and god took away the love of my life and my unborn child. Anand's eyes filled with tears as he told Smita how his life was ruined in a few minutes. Smita cursed herself for asking him such a question and brining him to tears. She couldn't bare her crush to be sad. Smita: I am so sorry sir. I shouldn't have asked you about this. I am really sorry Anand wiped his tears and just nodded his head. He gave a cup to tea to Smita and took one for himself. They quietly sipped the tea for a few minutes before Smita broke the silence. Smita: Sir, it has been 7 years since she passed away. Have you never thought of getting married again? Anand: Sunaina, my wife was the love of my life. I just can't bear the thought of marrying someone else. Even if I do, who will marry me? I am 40 years old, my hair is graying. I am not a very good catch. Smita: Don't think like that sir. Even though you are 40 years old, you still look good. The grey hair just adds to your mature and smart personality. You are well educated, cultured man. Any girl would marry you. Smita's words brought a smile on his face. It was after 7 years that Anand looked at a girl with affection. Smita got close him and put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him a little close to her. Anand looked at her. Their eyes were locked for a few seconds. Their hearts filled with affection and their minds bursting with desire to devour each other. The rain and the cold were adding to the fire. Smita was really close to the man that she liked to so much. She just wanted to grab him and kiss him. But the shy girl in her prevented this from happening. Anand made the first move by bringing his lips close to hers. Anand kissed her softly at first, moving his lips to kiss her upper lip. Smita's breathing quickened. She hadn't had sex in 3 years and here she was with a man that she desired so much, kissing her so tenderly. She responded to his kiss by kissing him in return. Within few minutes, they were kissing each intensely. Anand brought his tongue to her mouth. She opened her mouth to invite his tongue in. Their tongues met as they now furiously kissed each other. Their tongues mashed as they licked, sucked and bit each others lips. Anand pulled her closer to him, making their kiss even more intense. He placed his hand on her stomach to which she did not resist. She placed her hand on his thighs, slowly making way to his crotch. Anand slowly moved his right hand to her boobs and started pressing them over the shirt. He noticed that she had removed bra when she changed. This turned him on even more and he started squeezing her boobs. He then started to kiss her ears, sucked her earlobes, making his way down to her nape and kissed her there. Smita was in throes of passion; her hand had by now reached Anand's crotch and noticed the bulge there. Anand shuddered in pleasure as Smita started rubbing his dick over his trousers. They broke their kiss and looked at each other. Their eyes were filled with lust and they just wanted to rip off all their clothes and consummate their newly established relationship. Anand took his shirt off, exposing his clean chest. It didn't have any hair on it. From the look of his chest, Smita realized Anand worked out regularly. She let her hands roam on his body. She delicately moved her fingers from his shoulder to his toned chest to his tight abdomen. Anand one by one started unbuttoning her shirt, slowly revealing her cleavage. Anand removed all the buttons and slowly removed the shirt of her shoulders. Her magnificent pair of boobs came into the view. He just stared at them for a few seconds. He had seen a woman top less after a long time. Anand made her sit on his lap facing him. He dragged his tongue from her chin slowly down her neck to her collar bones. Smita trembled as he sucked on her collar bones. Anand then again traced a line from her collar to her chest before settling his mouth on her left breast. He sucked on them like a man starved for days. He kept on sucking her breasts, moving from one breast to another. Smita grabbed his head from behind and pushed him more towards her boobs, urging him to suck harder. He continued sucking enthusiastically and all Smita did was moan. His feverish sucking brought Smita to her orgasm. It was a powerful orgasm, the first she experienced after 3 years of celibacy. Anand made her lay down with her head resting on the arm rest. He removed her pants to reveal her pussy. Smita's pussy was clean shaven, the way she preferred. Anand then removed his pants and his underwear in one swift motion. His dick sprang out. Anand was decently endowed. His dick was 6 inches in length and had decent girth as well. There was pubic hair around it. He got on the couch near her head, his one leg rested on couch next to her chest and one on the floor. He brought his dick near her lips. Smita knew he wanted a blowjob. She used to give Yash blowjobs when they dated but she didn't like them very much. She just did it to please him. But right now she was with Anand, her man of the moment. She was so enamored with him that she was ready to do anything to please him. Anand rubbed his dick on her lips softly. Smita opened her lips to take him inside her mouth. Anand's dick slowly started disappearing between her red lips. Smita sucked his dick hurriedly without using any technique just the way she used to suck Yash's dick. While Yash was happy just to receive a blowjob, Anand on the other hand felt the exact opposite. He realized that she was an amateur at giving blowjobs. He would have to teach her to give a proper blowjob. He was more than happy to do so. He removed his dick from her mouth and told her the basics of giving a good blowjob. He instructed her on how to go around sucking a cock. Smita listened intently, like an obedient student. Once Anand was done lecturing her on the essentials of oral sex, he again inserted his dick in her mouth. Smita followed his instructions to the word and quickly grasped the art. She was soon using her own techniques. She licked his entire shaft from the base to the tip, sucked the head and bit it lightly, flicked her tongue on the pee hole. She grabbed his butt and forced more and more of his dick into her mouth; his pubic hair tickled her nose. Anand moaned in delight as his sex student was excelling in the art. Anand removed his dick from his mouth and got off the sofa. He went to divan which was in one corner of the room and lay down on it. He motioned Smita to get on top of him with her pussy at his face and her mouth at his penis. They again started to pleasure each other. Anand who tasted a pussy after years was uncontrollable. He licked her pussy, sucked her clit so intensely that Smita orgasmed for the second time that evening. She couldn't suck his dick properly because Anand's pussy licking was making her squeal and grit her teeth in pleasure. As her orgasm passed over her, Smita resumed the blowjob. She was hell bent on giving Anand an equally intense orgasm. And she succeeded. After a couple of minutes, Anand grunted loudly and spurted his load into her mouth. Smita was taken aback with this sudden eruption in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow his load which she managed to do very well. This was the first time she was tasting semen. She liked the salty taste and the thickness of his load. They both got off each other and sat up. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. After a couple of minutes, they broke their kiss. Smita was all charged up now, ready to fuck Smita: Anand, I want you to fuck me now. Take me! Make me feel like a real woman!! Anand: But sweetheart I don't have a condom. Do you want to risk getting pregnant? Smita: It doesn't matter anymore. I will take the morning after pill. Don't worry; just fuck me to your heart's content. Seeing Smita in such excited state turned Anand on. He had orgasmed a few minutes ago but his dick was again showing signs of revival. He got off the divan, lifted Smita in his arms and took her to the bedroom. The bedroom had a double bed, large enough for their carnal adventures. He threw her on the bed and stood at the edge. Smita sat on the edge and sucked his penis till he was hard again. He got on the bed, between her legs and positioned his dick at her pussy entrance. He lowered his body on her such that their lips met. As they kissed, Smita held his dick and placed it at her pussy hole and he pushed forward. Smita broke their kiss and moaned as Anand's shaft made its way through her pussy. She was very wet, her pussy drenched with her own juices and Anand's saliva. She had no problem accommodating his dick inside her. Anand slowly fucked her. With their eyes locked, they kissed. He kissed her neck, sucked on her boobs again and again. After a while Smita uttered words that encouraged Anand further. Smita: Fuck me hard darling. Pound me with your jack hammer. Rip apart my pussy....ohh yesssss...baby c'mon... Anand now raised him self on his elbows and started shafting her fast. The fucking was so intense that Smita had an orgasm within a minute. Anand had 7 years of sexual frustration inside him which he was now unleashing on her body. He was fucking her at full speed, his dick going in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass making the 'splat, splat, splat' sound. The bedroom was filled with smell of sex, screams of joy and moans of pleasure. Their love making was very loud but the thunderous rain and winds outside prevented others from hearing their grunts. The bed was creaking with Anand's every powerful thrust. Smita was thrusting equally fast in the opposite direction. Soon they were fucking in co-ordination, as if their fucking was choreographed. Anand bit her on her tits, leaving his teeth marks, elsewhere he left a trail of love bites. Smita's Life Ch. 02 Both of them were breathing heavily. They were sweating as if they had run a marathon. Anand had been fucking Smita for more than 15 minutes, she was amazed that even after being single for 7 years Anand had so much stamina and had managed to hold his orgasm. While Anand didn't show signs of cumming, Smita had lost count of the orgasms she had. Anand fucked her for another 15 minutes and then his orgasm started building. His breaths quickened, his strokes intensified. With a load moan Anand let go of his load. It was as if a dam had burst, Smita's pussy was filled with his seed. He kept on spurting cum for several seconds; Smita's pussy was overflowing with his juices. He kept on stroking her till his dick went limp. He collapsed on her, breathing heavily. After such and intense session both of them were tired and drifted of to sleep. They got up after a while. Smita saw the clock. It was 8.15pm. It hadn't stopped raining. It was late and she had to go home but she had no plans of leaving her new lover alone. She called her family and told them she was staying over at her girlfriend's house and would go to work directly from there. Her parents agreed and she decided to spend the night in the arms of her lover. Smita and Anand fucked all night. He fucked her from behind as she prepared a meal for them. After dinner they had a fuck session all over the living room. They slept for a while and resumed their fucking in the middle of the night in the bedroom. They fucked in several positions like missionary, doggie, spoons, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. They even fucked standing up and tried all its variations. The rain stopped but their fucking didn't. They didn't go to work the next day and ended up doing nothing but fucking, eating and sleeping. In the evening when Smita finally went home, she was sore and tired and slept like a log. Their relationship lasted for 2 years. Every evening, Smita would end up at Anand's house and they would fuck like rabbits. They even had sex in Smita's house when her family went out of town. She would lie to her family and colleagues and go with him on long trips to exotic places where they would expand their sexual horizons. Anand trained her well in the art of love making. She would enthusiastically do everything he demanded in bed. He also took her anal virginity while they were on a trip to Mahabaleshwar. Of course they took precautions such as using condoms and pills to avoid getting pregnant. They would do all sorts of experiments in bed like tying and blindfolding each other. Eat food off each other. In those 2 years, Smita had transformed from a shy girl next door to a sex diva who had done anything and everything in the kinky world of sex. They knew that their relationship wouldn't last. At the end of their relationship, Smita was 25 years old and Anand was 42 years old. She very well knew that her parents would not accept this union. She and Anand after a whirlwind 2 year long relationship separated. Their separation was very emotional. They had a lot of difficulty letting each other go but they somehow managed to do so. To be continued...