1 comments/ 12593 views/ 0 favorites Telltale Mail Ch. 01 By: fluidline1 Note: I know it’s been an awfully long time since I wrote in. I had to be hospitalized; it was minor, but unavoidable. And while I lay in the hospital bed and ogled at the sexy nurses in their tight uniforms and all those who came visiting, my mind (naturally) filed up with fantasies. Back when I opened my mail, I was astonished to find the scores of letters asking me not to stop and keep a few of my stories running. Well, I will certainly try. But this one is new and I hope you all like it. Of course, I'd love to hear from all of you! He never went to the same Cyber Café more than once a month. And he had to download his attachments twice a week. There were hundreds, no, thousands of such café’s on practically every alleyways across the city. The only reason he went to the cafes was to send the attachments to her. For his other work, he had a PC in his study room. A friend of his had told him how easy it is to identify the location of a PC sending e-mails or hosting sites. And he did not want to take chances. Agreed, she wasn’t a computer geek; but then, he also knew that one could never tell what a woman could be capable of doing. It was more than six months now that he had been sending these attachments through the mail. More than six months since he had created a new e-mail ID that he was certain could never be linked to him. The ID, Zapata, was unusual as was the password he had created. He was a careful man and believed in covering his tracks. His mails to her were highly erotic stories, figments of his imagination, which were a result of his fantasies and his pent up frustration. From the time he had laid his eyes on her, he had been obsessed. At times, he thought that this obsession would lead to some kind of a paranoia that would perhaps force him to consult a psychiatrist. But she was like that. At thirty-five, she was almost a dozen years younger than him, but what the hell. People always told him that he looked almost five years younger than he really was. And when it came to sex, he was as randy as a teenager. He should know, because his wife never lied to him. Her name was Rita, and she was a distant relation of his wife’s. It was only after Rita’s marriage to his wife’s cousin that this relation had come to surface. In the beginning, the stories were rather subdued in as far as the sexual content was concerned. But with the passage of time, and his discovery of the particular fetish on the Internet the stories became more graphic. The attachments were galleries he had downloaded and later burned the CD’s with them to send them across to her. The galleries gave way to short video clips featuring mostly, his fetish. Too, he had become obsessed with this fetish only after having met Rita. And he was sure that if Rita could read between the lines, she would have a fair idea of who exactly was sending these mails: though she wouldn’t be able to prove it. He always used the first person when he wrote those stories. For instance, whenever they met at a party or a get-together, he would use that scenario to conjure his stories. At times, he felt he was going too far: cutting it a bit too fine. He had overheard her telling his wife her e-mail ID and that was when he had hatched the plot. It was after a particular graphic story and an attachment that involved a set of video clips featuring a busty brunette with two guys that he found a mail from her on his secret ID. His heart thudding and hands trembling, he opened her mail. It was short, but it took his breath away. “Zapata: Do you send this to everybody? How did you get my ID? Can you tell me who you are? Do I know you? Do you know ME? Most importantly, thanks for the stories and the attachments. The last one particularly was lovely. It is helping us enjoy! Keep up the good work!” To say he was astounded would be an understatement. Us? What the hell did Rita mean by that? He fumbled in his backpack and found the last CD he had used. The café had small private cabins and it was an unwritten rule that no one would disturb any geek occupying them. He had based the last story featuring a woman who looked like Rita (at least the description matched her in more than one way): Fairly tall, long, thick hair, not really beautiful, in her mid-thirties, but with one outstanding feature: an amazing bust line. Breasts were his fetish. And Rita had a truly amazing bust. In spite of her height and her broad shoulders, they stood out as THE most outstanding feature of her body. The first person in that story was of course him. He had given a hazy description about himself: he stuck to the height, the body build and the hair. As he began to re-read his own story that he had mailed to her, it struck him. He had used a third person in the story; another middle-aged man that he had based along the lines of one of his best friends. He had written that story for two things: one, he had met her at a party when this friend had surprised him by attending it, and two, he had thought that the particular video clips he had sent with the attachment was too hot to pass by. The busty brunette, leaning against the backrest of an overstuffed couch, sucking on an erect dick, had another prick enveloped between her large breasts. Another clip showed her lying on the couch, the two men standing opposite each other astride the couch with their pricks nestled between those huge breasts, while the man straddling her chest was reaching behind to thrust a pair of fingers in and out of her pussy. The finale showed both the guys kneeling over her as she jerked and sucked on them alternately till they burst their semen all over her face and breasts and belly. Could this have turned her on so much that she had thought of replying to his mail for the first time? And, he wondered, who was the ‘US’ she was talking about? He began to surf the net and rent out DVD’s to search for similar features. It wasn’t very difficult to find them. Instead of twice a week, he began sending her the stories and attachments thrice a week now. Slowly, but surely, she began to reply to his secret ID. At first, the letters were short and to the point. But one day, the reply he read almost made him want to pull out his prick and jerk it in the cyber café itself. “Dear Zapata: I’ve this feeling that maybe I know you. A lot of descriptions seem to be familiar. Initially, I thought it was coincidence. But these similarities seem to be repeating quite often for me to continue thinking that they really are coincidences. Be that as it may, let me tell you that I’ve noticed that you have a thing going for tits and various other crevices in which a guy could thrust his dick and pump to and fro. I’m pretty well stacked; my tits need a cover of size 38. And without the cover, they don’t hang or droop. I adore having a cock pumping between them: it’s one of the greatest turn-on for me. Unfortunately, my hubby no longer thinks about doing this. But when I manage to convince him to do it, I invariably have the best climaxes that I have experienced. I liked the last story as well. Especially where the two guys stand behind the girl and fuck her armpits. God! It was great! You still haven’t told me whether you send these stories and attachments to others or only to me. Till you do, I guess I’m going to presume that I am just one of the addresses to whom you send these erotic masterpieces. Keep going!” The use of the ‘forbidden’ words in the mail aroused him so much, that he hastily sent the day’s mail, rushed back to the house and into the bathroom to masturbate. Afterwards, he thought for a long time about her letter. Was it really her who had written it? Or was it her husband who was pulling the wool over his eyes? It did not take a very long time for him to get the answers to these questions. A couple of weeks and another mail later, his wife had arranged a small get-together at the house. Rita and her husband, Deep were also invited. Additionally, his brother and wife too were there. After dinner, the three couples were sitting in the large balcony attached to the living room when the subject got to Internet and its effects on kids. “I don’t have internet at my place,” his brother said. “Better to prevent my daughter getting one of those pop-ups and get too curious about the content,huh?” “That’s not fair, Akash,” he said, glancing furtively at Rita when he answered his brother. “I mean, I do allow the kids access to the net. But I keep checking on them. Additionally, I have downloaded Parental Controls as well.” His wife never really bothered about the net. She hardly ever used the PC. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” “Oh really, Raveena!” Rita interjected. She glanced at him and continued, “When you surf the net, there’s always a chance that you encounter some naughty pop-ups. Or, maybe a naughty mail.” He felt his heart pounding and was scared that maybe one of them could hear it. “I delete unknown e-mails without bothering to read them,” Deep said. “Sometimes, the subject line is very innocent,” said Rita. “And once you open the mail, curiosity keeps you wanting to read it. What is your opinion, Manish?” He was startled by her question, but managed to answer it with a poker face. “If you don’t want the kids to have access to the net, better not have a PC at home. And as far as anonymous e-mails are concerned, there are so many tools on the net to automatically delete them that there is no need to follow the tiresome procedure of deleting each individually. Besides, I feel that you should have a personal ID not known to every Tom, Dick and Harry.” Megha, his sis interrupted. “I never can get a hang of those tools on the net.” “Neither can I.” Rita was looking at him directly now. “Manish, can you do us a favor? Could you download one of those really good programs or what have you to automatically delete unwanted mails?” “Can’t Deep do that?” he croaked, hastily puffing on the cigarette to disguise his obviously nervous voice. “Shit no!” Deep laughed. “All I like to do on the PC is surf the net to my heart’s content, use the Office and do a few drawings. I’m not into programming. Nor do I want to know.” “Can you, Manish?” insisted Rita. “Oh sure. Just say when,” he replied. “Gosh, thanks. What about tomorrow? That is, if you have the time.” “He is,” his wife interrupted. “Isn’t your office closed tomorrow, darling?” “Um, yeah. The manager’s daughter is getting married and the boys wanted the day off so they could attend it,” he said. “No problems, Rita.” “My tour starts from tomorrow,” Deep groaned, taking a sip of the brandy. “You guys will have to do it without me.” “It doesn’t matter,” Rita said sharply. “After all, you don’t care, do you?” And that was how he found himself in the utilitarian bungalow the next morning. Deep had already left for his weeklong tour. She was dressed in a sleeveless cotton gown that was perhaps two sizes smaller than she required. It barely reached her knees, thus exposing her long legs and had a square and rather daring opening at the neck. It was enough to reveal her scrumptious cleavage and the top of her bra. It was also tight and he could clearly see the outlines of her undergarments. Occasionally, he could detect the bra when she raised her arms, as she did now, to adjust the bun she had tied at her head. She had tied her long hair in a bun and she looked freshly scrubbed. She’d just had her bath; that was obvious. “Hi Manish. Thanks a lot. I hope I’m not inconveniencing you.” “Aw shucks, no,” he replied. Sleep had been difficult to come by the previous night and he had to take a pill. To be alone with her in her apartment was an experience he had never gone through before and he was wondering what was going to happen. “The PC’s in the bedroom. Come on in, I’ll show you.” He followed her to the bedroom, his heart already thudding and the feeling the beginning of a painful erection. The gown was stretched tightly across her buttocks and he seemed entranced by it as he followed her. When she bent down to switch the PC on, he almost groaned at the sight of her heavy breasts straining against the gown, threatening to spill out. “I’ll get some coffee,” she said. “Go on, sit down.” He lowered himself on the straight-backed chair and fixed his gaze on the screen. She pulled another chair beside his and sat down. “I’ll get this connected to the net before I get the coffee,” she told him. He was aware of her closeness. She smelled of some exotic perfume and eau de cologne. “There,” she said, when the fax tone quit and she opened the explorer. “Don’t start till I get the coffee.” He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she rose and walked away to the kitchen. He waited, his eyes on the glittering screen as the default site opened up. She took barely a couple of minutes to come with the coffee. “Here,” she said, handing him a mug. “I know you like it black.” “Thanks,” he replied, accepting the coffee. She pulled a low chair beside his and lowered herself onto it. He glanced at her furtively, realizing that her chair was so low, that her head came up to his chest level. “Talking about e-mails,” she said conversationally, “I seem to be receiving quite a lot of anonymous ones.” He couldn’t help not noticing her deep cleavage when she leaned forward to sip her coffee. He cleared his throat. “Are they from different addresses?” “Does that make any difference? I mean, supposing I want to delete all such e-mails?” “If you want to delete e-mails coming from a specific ID, all you have to do is mark them as junk and ignore the junk mail. This way, you won’t get e-mails from this ID in your Inbox.” “Thank god,” she breathed. “I don’t want a program that deletes all e-mails sent by ID’s not known to me.” He was aware that his heart was beating faster than before. “Oh? You mean…” “There is some interesting material that a specific ID sends to me. I always read them and wouldn’t want them to be deleted till I go through them.” Even as she set her now empty mug on the computer table, she looked at him steadily. He sensed a kind of a challenge in her eyes and decided to play her game. He smiled. That interesting, huh? I wish I got some like them myself. All trash mail I get is useless. Care to let me know what kind of mail interests you so much?” Though he attempted flippancy, he awaited her reply with bated breath. She smiled slowly, revealing her white teeth. “Why not?” she said, turning to the PC. “In fact, I’ve copied and pasted all the material I got from this ID in Word. Here, let me open the file for you.” He felt a tingle go through him when she gently pushed his hands off the keyboard. Just that touch felt like a jolt of electricity run through him. He could see her face in profile now as she rapidly began to click the mouse and open Word. It was almost as though she were sitting on the floor and he was seated on the chair – her chair was so low. He could also see the curve of her breasts straining against the gown. By straining his neck a bit, he could see the deep, inviting cleavage. “I get many from this ID. I guess I will open one at random. What’s more, the letters come with attachments. I’ve downloaded them in My Web and coded them to coincide with the specific letter to which it was attached.” He dragged his eyes away from her face and her breasts to the monitor. “But first, read this!” she exclaimed. The file had opened. He had named this episode as “You with me” and it was about how a guy made it with a woman in the basement while their respective spouses were intermingling with a dozen guests in the living room. He had been inspired by a party when he had run into her as he emerged from the basement with a couple of bottles of wine in his hands. His eyes read the story he had written. “Are you reading?” she asked, and this time, her voice had dropped to a whisper. “Er…um…y-yes, I mean, I am trying,” he replied hoarsely. She leaned closer to the monitor. “I reduced the font size so that I could read the story without having to scroll too much,” she told him. “Here, I’ll read it for you.” He almost choked when she said that. Aware of her closeness and the fact that her back was facing him, he felt his body tremble with anticipation and desire. “I set down the bottles when you entered the basement and watched as you bolted the door behind you. In your strapless top that hugged you tightly, you looked beautiful. ‘Did I keep you waiting too long?’ you asked, hurrying up to me, your hands already lifting your dress up over your legs, exposing your thighs and hips. ‘I could wait forever when I know you are going to walk in through that door sooner or later, I guess,’ I replied, smiling at you and unzipping my trousers. Holding your dress bunched up at your waist, you hurried to me and putting one arm around my shoulder, you tipped your gorgeous face to mine. I bent down and we kissed, your tongue thrusting into my mouth. I felt your hand pushing mine away and unbuttoning my trousers till they lay down around my knees. I had, of course, by this time, pushed your top down to expose those lovely tits of yours. Large and firm. Soft and warm. Capped with those big, pink nipples. You moaned when I put the bottles down on the chair and spread my damp palms over your tits, gently squeezing as we continued our kiss. It was my turn to groan when I felt your sweaty hands grasp my cock. By this time, his prick was fully erect and throbbing under inside his pants. He had long stopped listening to her low, husky voice; instead, his eyes were drawn to the curve of her enormous breasts pushing against the computer table. He could see her full lips parting and closing as she uttered the words he had written. She was breathing just as hard as he was; she had to, because her chest was heaving. He could see a film of sweat on her forehead and on the top of her upper lip. He suddenly realized that her voice had dropped to a bare whisper. She was rocking her legs gently; bringing her legs together and then spreading them apart before repeating the whole process again. The gown had ridden over her hips to expose her ripe and smooth thighs. He could see that she was wearing a black bra. Her supple breasts heaved with apparent exertion. Or was it excitement? He knew his prick had stiffened, but he couldn’t help it. He did try to hide the bulge from her by clasping his hands directly over his crotch, but realized that the gesture merely emphasized his intention. Still, he kept his hands across the front of his pants. ‘Let me do you first,’ I told you, gasping for breath as you tugged my cock back and forth in your dainty fist. You allowed me to kneel on the floor and clasp your buttocks. You spread your legs apart and I could see your glistening cunt; devoid of any hair. I pulled you to me and opened my mouth as your cunt met me. It was wet and hot. ‘Aahhhh!’ you gasped, pushing me closer to you by grabbing the back of my head. ‘Oh yes, lover, lick my cunt!’ I raised my eyes to watch you bending down and licking your nipples and squeezing your naked tits even as I pushed my tongue into the confines of your wet pussy. All too soon you flooded my face and gasping for breath you slid down to the floor in front of me. My cock was as hard as a slab of concrete and I shuddered when you took it in your hands. ‘Fuck my tits now, lover,’ you cooed. I immediately rose to my feet and hunched over you. You adjusted your height and I groaned when you directed my shaft between your big tits. I grabbed your shoulders and began to buck my hips up and down as you held my cock in your ample valley of tits. Telltale Mail Ch. 01 No longer nervous now, he reached out and gently pulled the pins off her bun. She continued to read nonchalantly as he let her long hair cascade down her shoulders. He moved his chair so that he was now sitting directly behind her. Casually, he let his hands rest on her shoulders. When she didn’t draw back nor interrupted her reading, he began to massage her there. In fact, he felt her leaning back so that the back of her head was against his legs. He stifled a groan when she pushed her right shoulder against his bulge. She raised her right hand now, laying her palm on the top of his hip. She was scrolling the page with the arrow keys and now she stopped doing that too, instead, using the left hand to push it back across her chest. This time he groaned as he felt her fingers press into his crotch. Obviously she was an expert, because the next thing he knew was that she had managed to pull his zip down. So there he was, sitting on a chair, his legs apart, and the woman of his fantasies sitting between them. She had one hand on top of his hip and the other, wrapped around her chest, now reaching inside his pants. Unable to bear the sexual frenzy, he slid his hands down her shoulders till they entered inside her gown from the top. Her bra was flimsy and it stretched when his hands thrust inside. “Put your cock between my armpit,” she said without changing the tone of her voice. Her breasts were large and soft; the nipples erect. He cupped the ample flesh and squeezed. “Put your cock between my armpit,” she repeated. He gasped when he felt her fingers dragging his erect prick out of his fly. He thrust his hips forward, his buttocks sliding across the chair. She slid from her low chair to the floor and when she felt his prick brushing her ribs, brought her hand, which had been lying atop his hip down against the side of her body. He was amazed at how erotic this felt to him, his prick trapped in her armpit. He hunched down so that he could set the angle of his throbbing prick between her armpit just above the gown. This way, he could feel her naked flesh trapping his prick there. She bent sideways and stole a glance at the tip of his prick creeping out at her front. It was uncircumcised and she could see the drops of pre cum quite clearly. She turned her head back to the monitor, and in the same voice, whispered, “Now pump your cock back and forth. Fuck my armpit with your dick.” He obliged. Taking a firm hold of her breasts still encased in her bra and gown and now rolling her nipples between his fingers, he began to rock to and fro. The sensation of his skin rubbing against her armpit almost made him climax. “Take out my gown,” she instructed. He was surprised that she was managing to keep the tone of her voice similar to what it had been when she had begun to read the story off the monitor. He was pretty sure that if he had to speak, his voice would come out either as a weak croak or as a loud gasp. As he continued to pump his prick in her armpit, he unbuttoned the front of her tight gown with trembling fingers. He pushed aside the material and let out a gasp when he saw her bra. It barely contained her large, heavy breasts. He thought that maybe she was wearing a push-up job because her breasts seemed to bunch up from the flimsy half-bra. He didn’t wait for further instructions and pulled the hasps to slide the bra off her shoulders. He watched her amazing breasts tumble out and realized that after all she wasn’t wearing any push-ups because her breasts were naturally big and firm. Her nipples were a bright pink and at this moment, amazingly erect. The areolas around the buds were equally large. “Let me get the gown and bra off you,” he croaked. Without looking back, she merely raised her arms and moved away slightly to allow him to whisk off the garments. It was a bit tough for him to take off the gown because it was so tight. She had to raise her body slightly off the floor to assist him to completely remove the gown. And then, she was back in place and her hands encircled his thrusting prick. This time, she began to move her body in time with his thrusts. He heard her moan and it was a relief. For too long had she been using the same tone and it felt weird under the circumstances. “Ahhhhh…” He let out a grunt, now cupping her naked breasts, thrilled to hold them and knead them just as he had fantasized for so long. Her long hair moved with the movements she was making. “Oh yes, Manny. Fuck, fuck, oh god, yes…” “I-I don’t think I can last, Rita,” he managed to say. She twisted her head around, bending sideways. He was astonished that she could actually get the tip of his prick inside her mouth even when it was lodged in her armpit. “Ugghhh…” he muttered, tightening the grip on her breasts and thrusting forward. Her mouth was warm and full of her saliva that swept over his prick, wetting it thoroughly. “Rita, oh my god, oh Jeeze, oh god, I’m going to come!” “Hmmm,” she hummed, now beginning to move her head with his prick lodged firmly inside. He felt her tongue sweep over the shaft and knew that it would be impossible to hold back anymore. Pumping his hips forward for one last time till almost half of his prick poking out in front from her armpit was in her sucking mouth, he let out a howl and throwing his head back, let himself go. She didn’t draw her head away. Nor did she pull out his prick from her mouth like his wife did whenever he was at the point of ejaculation. Instead, it seemed to him that she was sucking him more voraciously; tightening the trap she had created for his prick in her armpit. He swore he could actually hear her gobbling his semen and he looked down, craning his neck forward. He saw his juice dribbling past her lips and rolling down her chin to drip onto her heaving breasts. He felt a few drops fall on his hands that had tightened like a vice on her breasts. He didn’t know how long he spurted or how much it was. He watched her turn around, now facing him, continuing to kneel on the floor to take his prick back into her mouth. Not satisfied with just licking off the few drops that still oozed out from the tip, she grabbed his hands and licked his stained hands. To watch her, naked except for her tiny panties, doing that aroused him. Not of course for him to attain another erection, but he suddenly wanted to do to her anything that would bring her to orgasm. He rose, pushing back the chair and joined her on the floor. He pulled his hands away from hers and gently pushed her onto her back on the floor. Her eyes glazed with lust, she watched him sliding down to grip the waistband of her panties. She arched her buttocks off the floor when he pulled her panties down over her thighs till they were lying by her side. He gazed at her pussy. Save for a tiny patch of dark hair, it was shaved. “Spread your legs apart,” he muttered hoarsely. He laid his hands on the insides of her hips as she obeyed him. He bent down, his face scant inches from her pussy. She could feel his hot and ragged breath on her and unable to control her desire, she wriggled her buttocks and cupped her breasts, rubbing the drops of his semen over them, aware of what he was about to do. He slipped his hand down her knees and using his fingers, pried her pussy lips apart, making her moan. “Aahhhh,” she whimpered, when she felt one of his fingers gently sliding inside the opening of her pussy. “It’s so hot and wet,” he remarked, thrusting his finger deeper till it disappeared completely inside her pussy. He bent further and kissed her swollen pussy lips, making her squirm and cry out. “Oh god, yes, yessss.” He put his tongue out of his mouth and stuck it along with his finger. “Oh my god,” she screamed. He added another finger and moved his tongue to her engorged clitoris. “Ah yes, yes, like that, fuck, fuck my cunt, oh yes!” Her legs went up in the air until they were perpendicular to the rest of her body and as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy, she thrust her hips up at him wrapping her legs around his shoulders. “Lick my clit, oh yes, like that, yes, yes, fuck those fingers in my cunt, oh god, yes, harder, lover, harder and faster!” ‘Blowing and burning; blinded by thirst.’ He recalled the line from the song, only that he didn’t want to see the stop sign and didn’t care about taking a turn for the worst. He let his fingers plunge deeper inside her hot pussy, feeling those muscles inside it snapping away. Not satisfied with merely licking her clitoris, he now took the bud gently between his teeth. She was delirious with the wanting and cried out incomprehensibly. “Ah, ugghhh, yessss, fuck, oh yes, fuck, fuck my cunt, oh my god, bite my clit, yes eat me, eat me and drink me, oh, oh!” Her legs had clamped him in a vice and if he felt suffocated, he didn’t care. Her pussy was wide open, hot and deliciously wet. His hands, on their own volition, crawled up her belly, pushing away hers and he clamped his palms over her wonderful breasts: the cause of his attraction and the reason for his now rapidly thrusting fingers and his tongue lapping away at her clit. His prick was erect again and he was astonished. Never before had he experienced an erection so soon after an ejaculation. He felt the shaft rubbing on the cold floor tiles. He felt her legs clenching and suddenly going rigid and sensed the onset of her orgasm. “Ahhhhh, oh my god, Ohhhh, Hmmmm, ugghhh…” For all he cared, she might be talking in Greek and Latin, but he suddenly felt his face actually becoming wet with her juices as she climaxed. Her hands pushed his head deeper to her pussy and his hands squeezed her breasts equally hard. Her hips had reared up off the floor as she climaxed and she held this position till she was completely drained. And then, she slowly slumped down till she was stretched out on the floor. He looked up from between her legs and she looked down. For a long time they looked at each other and then she whispered, “Hello, Zapata.” The ice was broken. ****** “Your cock is hard again,” she said. “Tell me about it,” he replied. She was resting against the backrest of the couch and he was seated beside her. She was fondling his prick and he was kneading her breasts. “I never did really suck your cock.” “You can’t really suck a cock when you are having it fuck your armpit.” “And I never really had it fucking my tits.” “You can’t do everything at once. And after all we have been together for less than an hour.” She slid her hand down his prick to grasp his balls. “I suppose these are filled up with juice again.” “If you say so,” he said. He pinched her nipples and then held her breasts at the bottom as if weighing them. He wished he could because they felt so heavy and it would be interesting to know what percentage of her body weight went there. “Let’s take it one at a time. We don’t really want to rush, do we?” A slow smile spread across her face as she dragged her eyes from his prick to look at him. “We surely did a while ago,” he laughed. “Oh, that! I guess it had to happen that way. There are a lot of things I want to ask you and I’m sure you want to ask too.” “You bet! Like what you really meant by using ‘us’ when you wanted to say my letters were helping…” “More of that later,” she waved her hand to cut him off. “As I said, one thing at a time. Would you open that drawer beside the bed and get me the bottle of the Vaseline I keep there?” His arms were long enough for him to do so without having to get off the couch. He handed over the plastic bottle to her. She dipped her fingers inside the bottle and came away with a chunk of the greasy stuff. He watched her spread the Vaseline over her breasts. “You keep that there to do this?” “I wish!” she laughed. His prick was fully erect now and he shivered with anticipation as he watched her rubbing the cream till her breasts were slippery with the grease. “You get the picture?” she asked him. He nodded. “And what does the picture tell you?” she asked. “That very shortly, I shall be having my cock between these big tits and fucking the hell out of them.” “Not very shortly,” she told him, tossing the bottle to the floor. “What about now?” He rose off the couch and stood in front of her. She slid forward, now seated on the edge. Without much play, she grabbed the base of his prick and took his shaft in her mouth. He groaned, pulling her head to his crotch by one hand that he now used to wrap around her lustrous hair. He slipped his other hand down between their bodies to knead her now slippery breast. She rocked her head to and fro, dousing his prick liberally with her saliva. He shuddered when her tongue came into play to lick the throbbing flesh. Slowly, he began to buck his hips back and forth, thrusting forward when she drew back and pulling away when she took him deep inside her mouth. He looked down at his prick plough in and out of her mouth and the saliva dribbling out from the corners of her lips. He brought both his hands to cup her cheeks and earnestly began to fuck her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his buttocks, kneading them, imitating the rhythm with which he had been kneading her breasts. Just as suddenly as she had taken him in her mouth, she pulled back, releasing his prick. She grasped it with her hands and looked up at him. “I suddenly realized that we have not kissed,” she whispered. He bent down. She held his prick firmly in her hands as she opened her mouth. It was a wet passionate kiss. Mouths open, she was the aggressor as she thrust her tongue inside his mouth. She let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a moan as he sucked on her tongue before letting it explore the roof of his mouth and slide across his teeth. He seized her breasts again, caressing and kneading, rolling the nipples between his fingers before opening his palms to squeeze the entire globes. On her part, she began to jerk his prick with one hand and ran her fingers over his swollen balls. In this position, and even as they kissed with his tongue now thrusting into her mouth to allow her to suck on it just the way she had sucked his prick, it was inevitable that the glans brush against the top of her breasts. He groaned as he felt the top of his prick brushing against the soft and firm melons and unconsciously, ground his hips against her chest. Her breasts were so large that he felt her hard nipples poking against his hips even before his erect prick hit bottom. She arranged the angle of his prick so that it would be firmly encased in the cleavage and sucked even more voraciously on his tongue. He gasped, using his hands to push her melons together to ensure that his prick was truly trapped in the enticing tunnel of her breasts. She drew her head back and bent down, her hands on top of his, pushing her breasts apart so that she could watch his prick nestled there. “Oh god,” she said, “This is so fucking sexy! Look at that cock lying between my tits! Fuck them now, lover boy, fuck my tits!” He began to move his hips, sending his prick up through her cleavage till the tip hit her chin of her bent face and then drew back so that it slid down, poised at the entrance of the melons at the bottom. “Slide that pillow behind me,” she said. Without interrupting his movements, he slid the pillow between her back and the backrest of the couch. She lay back against the pillow and watched his prick thrusting back and forth between her slick breasts. “Oh shit,” he panted, “Let me push them together!” She assisted him to push her melons together though she had preferred to keep them apart so that she could watch the movements of his prick there. With her breasts pushed together, his prick disappeared in the valley and she could see only the top of the glistening head poke out every time he thrust upwards. He felt the hot and soft flesh of her breasts scraping his prick as he increased the pace steadily. His thrusts made her entire body rock up and down on the couch, her hair now disheveled and flying above her head. “Yeah, yeah, this is it, baby, this is it! It’s what I have wanted to do for a long time. Put my cock there, wrapped between those tits of yours and fuck the hell out of them!” “Go on, lover boy, fuck them. Harder, lover, faster, yes, yes, just like that! I love this, I have been waiting for this, oh god, yes, fuck, fuck them, baby!” He was aware of the rhythmic sounds that the couch made and the wet splashing noise his prick was making as well. She slid her hands around his buttocks, urging him closer to her. He put his knees against the couch so that he was half-lying on top of her. He crushed her breasts together, squeezing the flesh as he pumped his prick faster and faster. “Talk dirty to me,” she suddenly said, taking him by surprise. “Tit fucking gives me a hell of an orgasm even without touching my cunt! But talk to me, talk dirty, stud!” He hesitated. This would be his first. He had read, seen, heard and now written a lot of porn, but beyond uttering words like ‘fuck’, ‘cunt’, ‘cock’ and ‘suck’, he had never used stronger language when he was in bed with his wife. “Bitch,” he croaked, driving his prick up through her firm melons, pausing at the upstroke to feel the glans rub against her chin. “More!” she screamed shrilly, her fingers digging into the cheeks of his buttocks. “More, you fucker, more! Like in your stories!” He pulled back till his dick was almost outside her cleavage. “You want this cock to fuck your tits, huh?” he asked. “Yes, yessss! Give that cock to my tits! Fuck them harder, you bastard! I want your cum between and over them!” “Then take this, you slut! Take this thick cock between your whore tits. I am going to splash these bitch tits with cum!” “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes, I want it, ahh, ooohh, my god, fuck them, fuck them and give me a cum bath!” “I am going to fuck your body all over, you whore,” he panted, driving his dick up and down the valley between her breasts. He drew back from his waist and watched as the tip of his prick emerged from the top and then rapidly disappeared from view when he pulled back. His balls slammed against the bottom of her breasts as he continued relentlessly with his frenzied movements. “Take my cock head in your mouth, slut!” he instructed her, pausing for a while after having driven his dick upwards through her cleavage. She bent down and opened her mouth, taking the glans inside and commencing to suck ferociously. “Keep your whore mouth open so that you can give the head a suck when I fuck up your tits.” He was carried away by now. She arranged her head against the pillow to bring her mouth in line with his thrusting prick when he drew back. His hands tightened on her breasts, pushing them together as he plunged forward again, shuddering when her hot, wet mouth closed over his glans. He began to shorten his strokes, jabbing to and fro instead of driving full length. This meant that he was sliding his prick to and fro between her breasts without completely pulling the glans out of her mouth. “Ahhhhh, that’s so good, you slut! Fucking your tits and having my cock sucked at the same time! That’s like a good bitch, now, oh yes, lick that cock, oh god, yes, your tits are so big and hot, oh yes, it’s burning up my cock!” She let go of his prick. “I want to lick your balls while you fuck my tits,” she told him. He understood. He had written the script himself. He stepped back; his prick springing up against his belly after her breasts released it. Quickly, she reversed her position on the couch to lie upwards down; her head hanging off the edge of the couch and her legs sprawled over the top of the backrest. Even in this position, her breasts did not sag backwards. It amazed him. Telltale Mail Ch. 01 He stepped forward, spreading his legs so that her head was between them and he could feel her hot breath on his inner thighs. He laid his dick between her breasts again: this time, entering from the top of the cantaloupes and emerging from the bottom when he thrust forward. His balls dangled down over her face and she stuck her tongue out to lick them. He let out a groan, beginning to pinch her nipples as he settled into a smooth to and fro rhythm. The Vaseline had spread all over her breasts and had mingled with his pre cum so that every time he thrust in and out of the valley, the slickness resulted in squishy sounds. To hold his balls, she had to pull her hands between his legs and this made her breasts push against each other, bunching them up. Aware of this, he let go of her breasts, sure that his dick would remain trapped between them in spite of the frenzied thrusting. His hands were free and he decided to do something about it. He crouched lower, keeping up with his movements over the upper part of her body and slid his palms over the smooth skin of her belly. His palms were smeared with the Vaseline from her breasts. With two fingers of his right hand, he pulled apart her pussy lips and thrust two fingers of his left hand inside the opening, making her moan aloud and buck her hips up and off the couch. Her legs parted further in a “V” as she realized what he was doing. She was wet and open there and his fingers moved in and out effortlessly. “Oh god!” she gasped, licking his balls faster and faster even as he thrust his dick furiously between her swollen breasts. “Oh yes, fuck that cunt with your fingers, oh god, yes, yes!” And so he continued to do so until she moved her mouth away from his balls and panted, “Oh god, Manny, I need to have this cock inside my cunt! Could you fuck me with this cock?” He thrust up her body, burying his fingers in her pussy and bending down to watch the top of his prick creep out from below her breasts. “Why not?” he gasped in reply. “One thing though,” she continued, her body rocking over the couch, “You will not cum inside my cunt because I want your juice between my tits.” He was sure he could do it because he had already climaxed once. He had once clocked his ‘second-round’ timing an hour after he had climaxed inside his wife the first time. It had taken all of his wife’s skills to make him orgasm after nearly half an hour; and he admitted that though she could not be compared to Rita, his wife did have special talents. He stepped back again. “Let me suck you first,” she said. She continued to lie in the inverted position on the couch and he had to bend at his knees to plunge his dick inside her mouth. He leaned forward and grasped her thighs as he rocked to and fro, sending his dick in and then pulling it out of her voracious mouth. Her head was dangling down the edge of a couch and it felt to him that he was actually thrusting inside her pussy and not her mouth because she was so hot and wet there. She pulled away with a sigh. Her saliva dribbled down over his shaft, dripping to her face as she rose awkwardly from the couch. “Fuck me from behind,” she said, turning her back to him and putting out her hands to grip the top of the backrest of the couch. She turned her head to watch him. He grasped his prick by both hands and stepped up to her. He was tall and that meant that he had to stoop. “Wait,” she interrupted when she noticed this. “Let me stand on this pillow.” She pushed the pillow off the couch onto the floor and stood up on it. This time when she grabbed the couch, her pussy was perfectly in line with his prick. He stabbed forward after bringing it in line with the opening and groaned loudly when he felt his shaft being enveloped by the hot, moist pussy. “Ugghhh…” he uttered. “Aahhhh…” she moaned. “That’s sooooo good, oh yes, ram your cock inside my cunt!” He did. He was holding on to her waist after he was sure that his prick was completely inside her pussy. But now that he had successfully established the rhythm, he slid his hands down the side of her body to grab her swinging breasts. “Yes, yes, fuck my cunt, oh yes, squeeze my tits, yes, ah, yes, faster, faster!” “Take this, you bitch, take this.” “Deeper, deeper,” she yelled. “Like this?” he asked. “Harder, you bastard, harder!” He moved to and fro furiously. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up to her face, sucking a finger as he pumped in and out of her. As she sucked on his finger, he released her breast and slipped his hand down over her belly till he was fondling her erect clit. This brought her off. She pushed her buttocks back against him, almost biting off his finger. With his finger still inside her mouth, she let out a wail and then released his hand, slipping her own down her belly. “Oh go, oh god, oh go,” she chanted, pushing his hand harder against her clit. “Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh yessss…” He too almost let himself go; but, just in time, recalled what she had said about wanting his juices between her breasts. She must have been on the trigger, he thought, as he willed himself to relax and hold his climax back. She had come quickly; it had taken him scarcely a couple of minutes and hardly a few thrusts. “Cum, you bitch-whore, cum for me,” he murmured. He felt her body go slack and she slumped down on the couch, his prick popping out of her pussy with a loud sound. Quickly, he grabbed her waist and turned her around. She lay with her back on the couch, her buttocks at the edge, her legs wide apart. He moved forward and swiftly climbed onto the couch, placing his legs on either sides of her body. “Yes, yes, fuck my tits now, fuck them! I want to see your spunk all over them, I want to taste your hot cum!” He lowered himself onto her belly gently, taking care not to transfer his entire weight on her. He pushed his knees into her armpits; she had spread her hands apart. “Suck it a bit,” he commanded harshly, rising up and letting his prick dangle over her face. She took his prick in her hands, lifted her head off the couch and gobbled it. He thrust in and out a few times, aware that it was almost time for him to finish it. He couldn’t hold back anymore and he pulled back and sat on her belly. He shuffled forward, digging her armpits with his knees. His dick was back where they both wanted it: nestled between her melons. “Now you are going to get it, you slut,” he said, pushing her large breasts together around his throbbing prick and once again feeling the sensual skin of them against his flesh. “Ahhhhh, yes, fuck them now, fuck them hard and fast!” He began to rock to and fro, driving his dick up and down her cleavage. This time his movements were rapid because he knew he was going to come and there was no holding back. She pulled him by his buttocks as he thrust his dick in and out of her breast valley. He grabbed her large, pink and erect nipples, pinching them till she was moaning. She assisted him by letting her body slide up and down the couch. Blindly, he reached out for the pillow, which was lying on the floor and pushed it below her head. Once again she lined her mouth with his thrusting prick so that she could suck the head when he thrust forward. His hands clenched her breasts as his movements became frantic and he let out a gurgling sound. “I am going to cum, I am cumming! Oh, ugghhh, yes, yes.” The first jet of his semen splashed against her cheeks when he had just pulled back and was poised to push his prick back between her melons. Then, he thrust forward and the second jet landed on her face. She kept her mouth open and managed to swallow some of the semen, allowing the rest to cover her face. He rocked back and then remained frozen when his dick was midway between her breasts. He gasped and grunted, exploding the rest of his juices as his dick lay there. The semen kept blasting out of his dick, making a poodle between her breasts and leaking out from the top. He kept his eyes open and watched her rub the liquid over her breasts. There was a strange smile on her lips and she had the look of a contended cat as she began to carry her fingers to her mouth, sucking off the juices that were smeared on them. Finally, he rolled off, lying beside her on the couch. He still held her breasts in his palms and she was fondling his wet, flaccid prick as they gasped for their breaths. “Oh god, that was awesome!” he murmured. “Just like in your story?” she whispered. “And then some!” he agreed. They lay like that for a long time. Just like in his script. ****** “I guess my fantasy started the day I saw you,” he admitted. “It got so bad, I had to device some way to get you to cotton on them.” They were still lying on the couch in the bedroom and they were still naked. The initial hesitation and apprehensions had long disappeared, giving way to familiarity and it was almost like this was bound to happen to them. “Boy, did you so that! It took just the first three attachments for me to begin suspecting that you were writing them. I mean the circumstances you described were so much like those that were actually happening with us. And then, there was the way you would be stealing glances at me when you though I wasn’t looking!” “Can you tell me one thing, Rita? I mean truthfully?” She laughed. “After all we have been through, you think I would lie?” “You wrote saying that ‘it is helping us enjoy.’ Could you tell me who was the ‘us’ in that letter?” “Well, what do you think?” she asked, giggling. “Evidently, one of the two was you. Who was the other?” “Me, pal!” Manish spun around and stared at the door. Dressed in shorts and nothing else, it was her husband, Deep, his arms around his chest. He also wore a broad smile. This, he thought, was certainly not in his script.