3 comments/ 50543 views/ 4 favorites The Window Ch. 01 By: sebekhoteph Copyright: This story is a work of fiction. Please don't reproduce this text in whole or in parts without the explicit permission of the author. ----------------------------------- And then she was gone; I heard her climb down. I sat there, in a limbo, for a long time. My cock shriveled and sticky; hung on top of my balls. I knew that something very profound had happened to me that afternoon. I knew that a million questions would come to me, why did Madhu do this? Why did I do this? Did I love her? Did she? But I was too sated to even think about anything for the moment. My breathing was back to normal, though it was still deeper than usual. I knew I had to get up, the doors were open, and my parent would surely come up, when they found the breakfast and lunch untouched. I looked down, at my penis. It had gone where I had never gone before; it had seen from up close, what I had only glimpsed. Envious, I gave it a slight tap with my fingers. It rolled a bit, exposing a skin that was still slick with her and my juices. My fingers, with a mind of their own, slowly rubbed that slick spot. The slickness spread under the manipulation, and I could see it slowly dissolve into the skin – just like a face cream that I used when using my hands. I brought my fingers to my nose – her smell lingered still, a million times more desirable than any face cream. I thought back, how it all started. It was the Window that led me into this wonderful and confusing world of love, maybe lust. And sex, there was definitely sex. I thought how it had all begun. The year was 1988. A couple of years back, I had completed my schooling and was selected through very competitive exams to the computer engineering program, in one of the top engineering schools of the country. My parents lived in a large three storied house. The ground-floor (well it is called ground floor in India, while here, it is the first floor) was big, with a large veranda in front, and a backyard. We were on the ground floor. We had rented out the second floor (well it is called first floor in India) to another family. As long as I could remember, they had been our tenant (the Gupta family), uncle, auntie and Madhu". On the top floor was a single room, and an attached bathroom. We had retained the third floor for ourselves. In fact, that was my room, whenever I was home. My bedroom was downstairs; however, this was my study room, occasional bedroom, and my domain. Well, anyway it was full of books on domain analysis, algorithms, C and other such study material. The way to this top floor was through a stairs. The stairs were at the back of the house, they went along the outer wall of the house at the back, up to the first floor stairwell, and then up to the top floor. There was another stairs at the front. But that led from the garage to Mr. Gupta's floor only. In 1988, the society in India was not very permissive, no, not like today. We did not have any sex education or anything of that sort. We learnt about sex from the older boys in the neighborhood. Sometimes, they would let us take a peek at some magazine that they had got from god knows where; glossy, smudgy picture of a woman with large pink nipples, the page torn right between her legs. But I knew all about women (and man) from the line diagrams in my biology book. So, at 19, there I was a bit naïve, and a bit of a bookworm. "I am going up to study," I said, as I climbed up the stairs to the top floor room. There I was, back to meet my parents. It was the spring break, of my 2nd year engineering. My mother was in the kitchen. "Come down at lunch. I have made your favorite dish. And we have some people over for lunch. So be well-dressed, OK," my mother reminded me. "OK mother," I said, climbing up the stairs, to go to my room. The window was just where the stairs reached the first floor landing. I stopped involuntarily, at the landing. The window had wooden doors, with patterns of birds carved in the wood. The window was closed. It had been closed most of the past 3 years since Madhu left, after her marriage. I smiled to myself, remembering those days, when that room used to be Madhu's room, and she used to come up to the window and say ‘good night' to me before closing the windows. Somehow, I was not able to focus on my studies that day, I don't know why, my mind kept wandering back to the days when .... Oh well, I was hungry anyway and it was nearly noon. I decided to go down for lunch. I also remembered we had some guests over for lunch. I took a bath, changed and went down. From the stairs, I could hear her voice. It was the same voice, the one I had heard 3 years back. I rushed down, taking two steps at a time. The rickety old stairs made a hell of a noise, as I jumped the last 3 steps and ran inside. And there sat Mr Gupta, his wife and .... Madhu! She was as beautiful as ever (.... when did I think of her as beautiful ??? never before..... but she was.....). Madhu was perhaps older to me by about 5 years. My childhood had been spent playing with her. Being older to me, she had taken me under her wings, well, meaning, she used to boss me around, but was also extremely protective of me. We had grown up together, and 3 years back, when she got married, I was heart-broken. I didn't understand why, except that I wanted the world to end. Anyway, soon thereafter, I was accepted in the Computer Engineering program, I left my town to attend school. I also accepted that Madhu was now married, and gone, like most girls in the world. And here she was, after 3 years. "Krish!" she exclaimed. She stood up, left the table, and rushed over to me. I stood rooted, not knowing what to do next, but that decision was taken away from me, as she spread both her hands, and clasped me about my shoulders (... when did I grow so tall...) "Krishna, you have grown so tall, look Aunty." ( she used to call my mother, aunty...) "3 years ago, he was crying with his head on my shoulders, and look now, I can only put my head on his shoulders," and saying that, she put both her arms around my neck, and put her head on my shoulders. I stood there, straight as a ramrod, my arms spread, not daring to clasp her. And then the moment was gone. My mother was laughing, aunty (her mother) was smiling, and Madhu took hold of my hands and led me to the table. Well, during the conversations at the table, I learnt that she had come back to visit her parents. In fact, this was the first time after her marriage that she had come to visit her parents. She was different, somehow. She had the same smile, but I thought, her smile never reached her eyes. The same laughter, but when her laughter ended, her eyes didn't retain the sparkle as they used to. "So, Madhu, how's married life? Why didn't you get your husband along?" I asked her. "Oh, he wanted to come, but couldn't at the last moment. Had some work," She said. We had retired to my bedroom on the ground floor. Our parents were still at the dining table, talking. "So, how is married life... come on tell me," I asked. "Its OK, it's the same as it was here," she said. "Cannot be," I said. "I am not there; I am here, so how can it be the same?" She looked at me, and smiled, a sad/ happy smile, and suddenly reached up to pat my cheeks. She was wearing a sari... the traditional dress of most Indian women. She was half reclining on her side, and as she reached up, I saw a glimpse of her blouse ( a short bodice worn with the sari, it usually leaves the midriff bare) and a deep cleavage of her breasts...as the ends of the sari shifted with the movement of her hands. Suddenly uncomfortable, I looked up away, anywhere but at her, and regretted it instantly. I brought my vision back on her, but she had sat up, and had adjusted her sari. We talked, I don't know what and how long. Then it was time for them to go. I followed them up the stairs, and after saying a hurried "see you later," I continued up the stairs to my room. That afternoon, I could not study at all. I kept thinking about how she had held me, her head on my shoulders; her special aroma, and the deep shadows of her cleavage. It was disturbing to say the least. Anyway, I kept staring at my books, and soon, it was dark outside. I don't know when the clock struck 9 pm, but I heard my mother calling me down for dinner. I went down, had my dinner, and decided that I better spend some serious time finishing my term paper. I told my mother, that I was going up, back to study, and would sleep upstairs. As I went up the stairs, I saw that the window at the end of the flight of stairs. It was partly open. That was Madhu's room, it had always been Madhu's room, and as long as I remembered, We used to say, "Good Night" to each other through this window. As I reached the end of the stairs, without thinking, I stretched my hands to pull open the wooden doors of the window.... and I stopped. Madhu was in the room, but she was getting ready to go to bed. She was wearing a loose nightie that reaches down to her ankles. There was nothing indecent about the nightie, except that Madhu was wearing it. That was the first time I had seen her in a nightie (she used to wear frocks to bed earlier). She was facing a mirror, and her back was towards the window. I could see her applying some face cream. I saw her get up. She went to the door of the room, and locked it. Then she hitched up her nightie, up to her waist, and brought her hands down again, and stepped over something... and then she picked up…. her panties! A deep red piece of flimsy nothing that she folded and put in a laundry basket. The she reached for the lights, and the next moment, her room was engulfed in darkness. I stood rooted to the spot. That glimpse of her milk-white thighs, as she hitched up her nightie had my cock rock-hard in a flash. And then I heard a creek of her bed as she probably lay down on it. I was suddenly very aware of the rickety stairs. I was stuck at the landing. I didn't dare go up or down, I was sure the stairs would creak, and in the dead of the night that noise would be deafening. I stood there for an eternity. Finally, when I was sure that enough time had passed, I crept down slowly, abandoning all hopes of studying that night. I slept late the next day. As I hovered between sleep and wakefulness, I imagined I heard my parents talking.... my mother was saying, "Mrs. Gupta is so worried about Madhu........xxxzzzzz..... three years since she has been married now......zzzzzzxxxxxzzzzz ..... No kids yet.... xxxxzzzzzxxxx.... Hers have threatened....... xxxxxzzzzzz will not take her back....." I was suddenly awake. I was not sure what I heard. But my parents heard me get up and asked me to have breakfast. "You must have studied till late last nigh," my father commented, as he settled into his favorite armchair with the morning newspaper. After finishing breakfast, and morning ablutions, I decided to go to the library. As I was leaving, I heard a voice call me. "Krish" (Madhu used to call me that). Madhu was coming down the stairs at the front of their house. She was wearing a lovely white salwaar (an Indian ladies trouser, worn with a long shirt-like dress) and looking heavenly. "Where are you off to?" she asked. "Library," I said. "OK, I wanted to go to the market too, and see what has changed in the last 3 years." "Nothing has changed," I said, "Everything is the same." We walked in silence for a while. Suddenly, she said, "No, everything is not the same. You have changed." "How have I changed? I am still the same," I protested. "Well, come on, I was speaking to Lali today, when I went on my morning walk... oh wait, see, earlier, you used to be ready at 6 am every day to go with me, but my first day after 3 years, and you weren't there!" she said. I protested, wanting to say that I was studying till late, but she stopped me, and continued, "Anyway, as I was saying, I met Lali today morning." Lali was a next-door girl. One of the many, in the colony. Giggly, precocious…. the usual. Anyway, I didn't have time for Lali, or any of the others. My engineering studies ensured that. "So what did Lali say?" I asked. "Well," continued Madhu, "We talked, and I can infer from all her talk that you have changed." "What?" I exclaimed. "Well, you have a girl-friend, for one. See, you are so grown up now, and you even have a girl friend," she said, with a smile. "What did Lali say!" I nearly shouted. I had helped Lali a few times in the past, on a few math problems. Since my admissions to the engineering school, I had become the de-facto math and science problem solver for most of the neighborhood boys and girls, when I came home on vacations.... mostly girls. But girlfriend???? "Well, Lali told me how you two spend time together. I understand that you spend most of your free time with her. And in fact, she was complaining that...." "Complaining!" I exclaimed. "…..All you do is talk about math and physics problems," continued Madhu. "You haven't changed at least there, you are still a budhdhoo ( i.e. a fool said in a loving way )" "So Lali claimed that I was her boyfriend. Wait... wait, let her come up to me with another of her problems, and I'll tell her who her boyfriend is!" I was pretty angry, I don't know why. "OK, OK, Can't even tease you. Don't get angry, I knew right away that Lali was lying. But do you know, you are quiet a hero for the girls," said Madhu, with a twinkle.... "Hero, me???" I said. "But see, if I were a hero, I would get the girl I really want, isn't it." "So whom do you want?" asked Madhu, "Kamala, or is it Lata, or maybe the new girl, Priya." "No, none of them, I don't know who Priya is," I said. "OK, so who?" she asked. "Wouldn't tell you," I said. "Wouldn't tell me?" she looked a bit hurt. "Why not? Anyone I know? Come on, I can help you make friends with her." "She is already my best friend," I couldn't stop myself saying that, and I went red all over. Madhu looked at me, perhaps she noticed my reddening ears, and smiled and said nothing. We went to the library and the market. We talked about everything, and anything. I don't remember what, but it was like before.... before she was married. We laughed a lot, her smiles and laughter reaching her eyes this time, I noticed. We came back, it was afternoon, and I went up to study. That night, I purposefully lingered downstairs, after dinner. When it was about 9:30 pm, I told my mother that I was going up, and would probably sleep up in my room. I crept up the stairs, and yes, the window was open and I could see slivers of light coming out of the cracks. I crept up the stairs, and came up to the partly open windows. I looked inside. The sight was breathtaking. Madhu was wearing a petticoat ( a thin skirt like dress, worn at the waist. A petticoat is usually worn below the sari). She was wearing a bra, and that's all. She was combing her hair at the dressing table. Her back was towards me, she was sitting on a chair. I could clearly see her reflections in the mirror. I felt a powerful stirring and that strange sensation between my legs. The bra that she was wearing was quiet deep at the front. In the mirror, I could see the bra-cups. Full, straining, I could make out an outline of an indentation at the tip of her bra-cup. I saw Madhu look at the window through the mirror, I froze. Could she see me? It was all dark outside, and I was well hidden in the dark. Suddenly, she seemed to come to some decision, and kept the comb down. She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. A groan escaped by throat involuntarily. The straps of her bra were loose and open now, the bra clinging on to her body, just at the tips of her breasts. The bra had come undone at the sides. I could see the beginning of the soft swell of her breasts below her armpit, before they vanished into the thin gossamer of her bra. She sat there, like a Venus, and then, slowly using her left hand, she hooked a finger to the front of the bra and pulled slowly. I could see the curve of her breast emerge as the bra slipped out. The straps fell from her shoulders and suddenly, the bra cup fell off her body. I stopped breathing. Her large breasts were free, as they hung proudly. The tips swollen, like ripe and juicy grapes. Her nipples... I could see them from the side now, and also, a full view in the mirror. They were turned slightly up, surrounded by large circular areola. Her breasts were fair, like the rest of her back. Then, she stood up, and turned towards the window. Her perfect round breasts, with proud upturned nipples were right in front of my eyes. She pulled the string holding her petticoat at her waist, and the petticoat fell around her feet. She was like a young goddess, slim waist flaring to rounded hips, rounded thigh, with taut skin, neither a mark nor a blemish. Her navel was small and sunken, on her flat stomach ... a perfect hour-glass shape, a houri from the heavens. And below her navel, a sudden expanse of manicured jet black hair, stopping just above the curve of her lower belly. And below those hairs, I could perhaps see a faint dark line camouflaged under the matte of the black hair that vanished between her thighs. I looked up and got a shock of my life ... her eyes were looking at me, large dark eyes, above a sharp nose, and lips, that usually smiled a lot, but were without any expressions. A perfectly formed oval face framed by her dark cascading hair. A beauty in any language. She did not acknowledge me; perhaps she did not see me. She stood there for a moment, staring ... and an eternity passed. Then she sighed, picked up a nightie that was on the bed, and put it on and switched off the light. I don't remember how long I stood in the dark on the stair-landing. But somehow, I went down, back to my bed and slept like a log. The next morning, my mother woke me up. "Krishna, every night you say that you would sleep in your room, but every morning I find you here. Anyway, I am going to the temple with Mrs. Gupta. Stay at home, your father is also going. I have made breakfast for you and lunch too. Eat it when you are hungry." "Why are you going to the temple so early," I grumbled, as I got up. "Well, Mrs. Gupta is doing a special ceremony at the temple for Madhu, and we are all going there, you need not come." "Is Madhu going too?" I asked suddenly interested. "No," my mother said, "She is upstairs. Take care of her." I heard my parents, and Madhu's drive off. Suddenly excited, I went up the stairs, onto the small veranda that lead up to their house. Madhu was up, wearing the same nightly I saw her in last night (was she naked underneath???). She saw me, and came towards me. "Want some tea, I have made some." She was so nonchalant. "Where did your and my parents go?" I asked. "To the temple." "Why", I persisted. She looked at me, and then said crossly, "You wouldn't understand. Go and study". That hurt me. What had I done? Anyway, Madhu had walked inside her bedroom (her bedroom had a door to this veranda too). I went up to study. I didn't understand what had I done to upset her. About an hour later, I heard sounds of steps coming up the stair. Madhu came, carrying a cup of tea, and some bread. "Did you have your breakfast, I don't think so, here take this," she put the tray on my study table. I didn't look at her, but continued to sit on my chair, with my heads down. I stared at the page, which I had been staring at for the past 30 minutes. Suddenly, I felt her hands ruffle my hair, "Still angry with me?" "No," I shook my head. "So, what time did you go up to study last night," she asked. I was taken a-back by that question, and she saw the surprise in my eyes. "I think I heard you go up at about 10 pm." she said, looking straight at me. The Window Ch. 02 Obligatory disclaimer: All persons represented in sexual situations/activity are over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is entirely complimentary, and should not be construed as meaning I give a fuck. Enjoy reading. Jen took a few days recovering from her last session; the orgasm had been violently intense, and the ache in her newly opened pussy took time to go away. She didn’t grudge the time at all; she was reading the small book from the bundle, which turned out to be August’s diary. Jen had not even imagined some of the things she read in there, and her fingers were getting worn to a frazzle on her clit. Her parents and siblings were going on a family vacation next week and would be gone for a month or more. Jen had begged off, saying she really needed to get a jump on next year’s work to graduate early. Since she only had a few credits to go her parents were very understanding, and agreed she could stay home. She couldn’t wait for them to leave; she had plans for the video and the toys. She was hoping she dared go to Johnny’s place; she was hoping even more that he would see her as a woman, and not as the child that he’d known. When vacation day arrived Jen could barely conceal her enthusiasm while she waved as the rest of the family left. She was sure that had they stayed a moment longer she’d have burst. She had more plans and expectations than could reasonably be accomplished in a month; but if they did stay away longer Jen just might meet her goal of becoming a woman and actually making Johnny hers. That Johnny might have reservations about her age crossed her mind for a second, then was discarded with the breezy confidence of youth. As soon as she was sure they were well gone, Jen ran upstairs. Losing her “normal” clothing fast was becoming second nature. Digging through what she was beginning to think of as “the magic bundle” was fun. Today she decided that a pair of cutoffs and a baby-doll T was just the thing for hanging around the house; panties seemed like a waste of time. The first thing on her agenda was the video. She put it in the VCR and sat down to watch. For a fleeting moment she thought she had the wrong tape; in her diary August had referred to making love on tape, and this one started with a party. Very quickly it changed, and showed August waiting nude on the bed, then Johnny walking towards her. Jen watched raptly as they kissed, then embraced. As the entwined bodies on her screen began moving together Jen flushed, the room seemed overly hot causing her to sweat. Her breath grew shorter and she stared as August eased Johnny around and then grinned wickedly directly into the camera; Jen felt that August could see her watching. She started squirming as August began tonguing Johnny’s shaft, small licks and kisses alternating with taking him deep into her mouth. Jen knew that the way that she’d heard some of the other girls talking about “blowjobs” had nothing to do with the reality of oral sex. She got wet very quickly as August continued sucking. When she saw August’s tongue move down to his balls her breath caught. She turned the volume up and the slurping sounds and Johnny’s moans filled the room. Jen ran her hand down to her soaking-wet pussy and began rubbing, she leaned back and closed her eyes, imaging that it was She who was filling her mouth with cock, that Johnny was fucking Her face. When she heard Johnny moan that he was cumming she too had an orgasm. After the tremors eased off Jen stopped the tape, re-winding to his face as he came in August’s mouth; then paused it. She studied his features intently, seeing how they differed from the last time she’d seen him up close. Rewinding the tape more, then advancing frame by frame, Jens tracked the changes to his expression as he neared ecstasy, then passed through it. She did that several times, memorizing his responses to August’s ministrations. Again she thrilled thinking that she too could cause this, that soon enough she’d possess him, and swallow him as August had. Jen felt another orgasm sweep through her: she’d not even needed to touch herself, and the intensity of this climax brought her to her knees. Jen took time out for a cooling drink. When the last little flutters of orgasm had passed she quickly slid out of the cut-offs and shirt she was wearing; the next item on her agenda demanded nudity. She knelt on her bed and pushed “play” on the remote. She watched avidly as August positioned herself over Johnny’s face. When his tongue came up and began licking August’s pussy Jen spread her legs and began stroking herself, imagining again that it was she who was receiving the attention; that her hands were his hands and tongue. She grew wetter as the sounds of sex filled the room, and she could smell her own juices. On the screen Johnny flipped August onto her back and spread her legs wide, his strong hands holding her in place. He dove into her pussy, driving his tongue in deep then pulling it out, tracing the length of her lips, teasing her clit, then back inside. Jen’s hands matched his tongue move for move, stroke for stroke. Her hips gyrated in time with August’s… Her own juices ran down her legs, and she began to buck wildly as her fingers matched Johnny’s tongue. When Johnny began tonguefucking in earnest Jen jammed her fingers deeply inside her self, one, then two… The full feeling was driving her over the edge. Jen’s eyes were glazing as she neared completion once again, when Johnny released August’s leg with one hand, and used his elbow to hold her down Jen began tensing. Watching as he slipped a finger inside while tonguing August’s clit, Jen slid yet another finger inside herself while her other hand began frantic circles on her clit. As Johnny slid two and then three fingers in she did the same. When he slid his fingers out and licked them Jen did so also; the taste of her own wet honey/musk was wonderful. She lay back to ease her knees, and turned sideways so she could still see. When he began teasing August’s puckered little asshole Jen massaged her juices into her own ass, Watching in awe, drooling from both her mouths, she saw Johnny slide two fingers into August’s pussy and two into her asshole; she matched the move and instantly had a shattering orgasm. Jen quit watching the tape at all and quickly brought herself to climax again… then again, the waves crashing over her faster and faster, the orgasms chaining together until she could barely breathe. When the last had passed Jen lay whimpering, her muscles twitching, her abdomen cramping with the unusual exertions. As she slipped into sleep she heard Johnny’s beloved voice whispering “Roll over love, I’m going to fuck you in the ass NOW!” She heard her own voice too: “Yes, please! Fuck my ass! Do it now!” The Window Ch. 02 Copyright: This story is a work of fiction. Please don't reproduce this text in whole or in parts without the explicit permission of the author. This story is a continuation of Windows: Part 1… The whole of the day went away as if in a daze. My parents noticed it too, at the lunch table, when instead of pouring water from the jug onto a glass; I poured it into a bowl that was meant for soup. "If you are so worried about your studies, why did you come home during this break?" My mother was being sarcastic. I knew, since the time I had left home to go to another city, she was worried as hell, and probably called me up at least 2-3 times a week. Even my friends, at the dorm knew about it. I was actually preoccupied. I was trying to re-live my first experience of making love. Fleeting images of Madhu crossed my mind, making me oblivious of my surrounding. In a haze, I finished my lunch, answering in grunts to my parents' questions. Finally, my mother tapped me on the head, and said, "Here, take this sweetmeat. This is from the temple. This is the offering, from today's special prayers that Mrs. Gupta did for Madhu." I was instantly on the alert. Normally, in our communities, special prayers were done for something special. I mean, like if someone was suffering from an incurable disease, or if someone was about to open a new business, or someone was desirous of some personal fortunes, etc. So what did Madhu want, I thought. "So, what's up with Madhu?" I asked. "Oh nothing much, you know how world is," my mother replied nonchalantly. "So, how is the world?" I asked. Anyway, the conversation didn't go anywhere, except that I was piqued. What did Madhu want, or rather, what did Mrs. Gupta want for her daughter. But very soon, that question vanished from my mind, as a fleeting image of a taunt nipple shimmered in front of my eyes. The nipples shouldn't have shimmered, for I was reading … O.K staring … at a Computer Architecture book. So where did that nipple come from. I looked again, and the nipple had vanished. But soon, another image of a belly-button appeared, and below that, I could distinctly see the shadowy curve, and pair of puffed up pussy-lips; the pussy-lips were trying to engulf a large pink head of an angry cock. I shook myself; the image disappeared. What the heck was I doing, sitting in the living room, with a book and an enormous erection! My parents could come in any minute. And I knew, I could never explain how a Computer Architecture textbook could give anyone an erection! That vision was so funny, I laughed out loud, and thankfully my erection subsided. It had become too stuffy and hot in the house, so I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and went out. "Krishna!" I heard a girl's voice call me, and I saw Lali walking towards me. Lali, as I had mentioned was one of the neighborhood girls. She was the one that used to pester me with her math and science questions. Well, not that I minded it much. Lali was a couple of years younger to me; she had just finished her high-school, and entered a local college. She was, I grudgingly agreed, a rather pretty thing. Lithesome, and thin, she was quiet tall, about 5'7" to my 5'11. She was at least 2 inches taller than Madhu (why was I comparing her with Madhu!) She had straight hair that she had cut short, up to her shoulders. Since joining college, she had discovered fashion. She either wore tight jeans, and halter-tees, or flowing skirts with tight bodices. I knew she was quiet popular, because my other friends (guys) in the colony were always talking about her. "Are you free today evening?" she asked me. I looked at her, and thought about what Madhu had told me. "I don't have time today," I was rather abrupt. She stopped in her tracks. In the past, although I had never been obviously delighted to see her, I had also never been rude to her. I had always found time for her. But today, I was angry. She could sense my anger, but she couldn't understand why. "Come on, I have a few questions" "Look Lali, I said, I didn't have time for you today." "OK, I'll ask Deepak," she retorted. "Fine with me," and with that, I walked away. Deepak was my friend. In our neighborhood, other than me, he too had gotten admission to an engineering college, although a local one, and not as hallowed, as the one I was in. Anyway, Deepak was the fall-back guy for all those girls, who were attracted to the brainy nerd kinds. In India, in those days, the middle class was still steeped in traditions. The ideal boy in most families was either a doctor or an engineers or a civil servants. Any other profession did not count. That was why, whenever I was in town, either we (i.e. my parents and I) were invited to someone's house, or one of those families invited themselves to lunches or dinners at our place. I mean those families with 18 and 19 years old daughters! Deepak too got invited, but not as much as I. And the other guys, well they were not even allowed near their houses by the ever-watchful parents of those 18 and 19 years old. My musings were interrupted by that same (grating to my ears then) voice. "Why are you angry with me? If you are sad because of Madhu, don't take it out on me," said Lali. I stopped and turned to look back at Lali, who had caught up with me again. "Why should Madhu be sad? I met her today morning, and she was rather happy," I commented, also slightly red in the face, as I imagined the reasons for her being happy. Lali probably did not notice it, as she continued, "Why? Didn't you know she has come home for good?" "What!!" "Ya, my mother, and you know Priya, her mother; they were talking about it today at my place. I overheard them say that Madhu'ss were very bad, and they had left Madhu back with her parents, and …" "Hold on, hold on," I stopped her, "Why should Madhu'ss do that?" Suddenly, Lali became shy, "I don't know. She has been married three years, you know." Off course, I knew that. What a stupid girl. Impatient now, I continued, "So, what's that got to do with it, or are you saying that the government has made a new marriage law that all marriages shall last for 3 years only!" "Oh! Why don't you understand!" she exclaimed. "My mother was saying that Madhu should have had a kid by now." Yes, that thought had crossed my mind too. Our society was a joint-family society (not so much any more, especially in metros, but in towns and villages, it is even today like that. Sons and their wives lived with the son's parents.) I knew that in most families, it was generally expected by the guy's parents, that their daughter would bear them a grandchild (son preferably, but daughter would do too) pretty soon after marriage. And if not, the girl was the one who was usually blamed for not conceiving, especially the stay-at home girls who did not work. I knew, although Madhu had a college degree, she did not work. And she stayed with her husband's family too. I looked at Lali; she was rather red in the face and kind of twisting and chewing her lower lip. She looked quiet pretty, but I was angry nonetheless. Why should Madhu be the only one to be blamed? It could be her husband's fault too. Off course, all these modern day marriage councilors and fertility clinics were unheard of during those days. "I am a bit busy today, but perhaps tomorrow I can look at your math or physics problems," I said. I tried not to take out my anger on Lali. Lali's face lit up. "OK, Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." She skipped away, her short hair bouncing up and down. The mystery of Madhu had begun to unravel slowly in my mind. Was that the reason she had sex with me. Didn't she have sex with me, because she loved me? Could she have chosen anyone, and I just happened to be around? I could not believe that Madhu would have slept around with anyone. I had grown up with her, and she was not that kind of a girl. I believed that she did love me. But then, what Lali told me also made sense. I began to get a bit depressed about it. The thought that Madhu did not love me was not a flattering one. However, I couldn't think much about it. I was put to work by my mother, as soon as I reached home. She wanted some help in organizing a storage rack, and off course I had to help. It was soon dark, and time for dinner. I had mine earlier than usual, as I wanted to go up to my room. As I climbed up the stairs, I saw Madhu. She was sitting on the veranda, ostensibly, reading a paper. She threw that down when she saw me. We looked at each other, I with a very mixed feeling, and she, I think with…. eagerness? blush? Love? "Hi, how are you," she whispered. "I am fine. I am going up." I was eager for her to follow me. But she didn't. "We were about to have dinner. Did you have yours? Why don't you come in, mother has made Kheer with cashew nuts. Have some." I saw her mother come out to the veranda. She probably heard the last part of the conversation. "Yes, Krishna. Come in. Have Kheer (a traditional rice pudding), and also make Madhu eat some. She has been hardly eating anything since she came home. "You know, when Madhu was getting married, I told your uncle that it was too soon, she was still young, but he wouldn't listen." In the privacy of her house, and in front of an inconsequential non-gossiper (that's me), her mother could not keep herself bottled up any more. "Oh mama! Don't start that again, please!" Madhu's cry was full of anguish and pain. "Yes, I have to shut up, I know. Neither your papa, nor you have ever listen to me," and with that she turned her back and went inside. In the semi-darkness of the veranda, I saw a silent tear roll down Madhu's cheeks. Before, I could say something, she quickly turned, and at the same time, brushed her cheeks with her hands, and turned to me again. "Please come with me, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sit at the table. At least with you there, I can enjoy my meal." So, I went inside. We sat at the table. I had my dinner, but still ate some. I could feel the tension at the table, but Madhu was right. My presence helped. Soon, uncle retired, saying that he was sleepy. Aunty, Madhu and I talked some, and then I too got up to go. Madhu offered to clean-up, and aunty gratefully took that help. She bid a us goodnight, and went to their bedroom, and shut the door. We were there alone. Madhu was busy cleaning the table, but I saw her wipe her cheeks a few times. So I went up to her. She was in the kitchen, facing the sink. I walked up behind her, and touched her shoulders. She turned, and I saw her face, luminous with tears. I pulled her close to me, and then she hid her face on my shoulders. I held her close. I felt her shudder, and then she was limp against me. I held her for a long time; I knew then, I loved her, and I would do anything to see her happy. It really did not matter why she had made love to me. All it mattered was she had made love to ME. And my feelings for her were real. I was not depressed any more. After a while, I felt her straightening up. I relaxed my hold, and she looked up at me. "What is going on, Madhu? Why was aunty angry about your marriage?" I asked. "Krish, you know, after my marriage, I wanted to write to you, or even call you. But I never did. I am not happy with my life right now." "Why," I persisted. "Let's go up to your room. I am done here." She took my hand. Instead of going out from the living room to the veranda, she pulled me to her room. She then locked the room behind her. Then, she proceeded to open the other door that led to the veranda. I understood why. She wanted her parents to think that she was in her room asleep, in case they woke up. Also, it meant that perhaps she planned to spend the night (or at least most of it) with me, in my room upstairs. My excitement grew, as I worked her logic out. I followed her, as she closed the door behind, and silently started to climb up the stairs. In the dark, her hips loomed large in front of my eyes. She was wearing a long skirt that twirled around her as she walked. We reached up to the top floor landing. Turning, I shut the door behind me. We walked to my room. I did not switch on the lights. My room had a table, and on the corner, was a mattress bed. There was a bookshelf to one side, and another small table with my music system. The music system lights were glowing eerily in the dark. She went to my bed and sat down. I decided to follow her, but then, I didn't and dragged the chair, and sat down on it. "You know, Randeep, my husband," she began. "It was OK in the beginning. But his parents, they are so dominating; especially his mother. Within 4 months of our marriage, she began to drop hints" "What hints?" I asked. "You know, why we didn't start a family, since I was doing nothing, but sitting at home and all. "And then after 3 years it became unbearable. Not that I didn't want kids. And somehow, all this made me hate myself, and everything else too. I couldn't bear the constant taunt anymore. So I came back home." She was openly weeping now. "I am glad you came back. You don't need to suffer, Madhu," and I got up and went to sit by her side on the bed. I pulled her towards me, and she came and wrapped her arms around my chest, under my armpits, and hid her face on my chest. I held her. We sat there in the dark. "If only I could have a baby," she whispered, "It would be all right." I pretended not to hear her, but I knew then. Madhu was desperate. It was not an age of divorce; in those days, widows, or divorcees did not get married again. They usually found it hard to live. Most people, especially the males thought them easy and more so if they were young; and the wives were always suspicious of their motives regarding their husbands. So, they seldom had other women as their friends. I understood that Madhu wanted to keep her marriage alive. Perhaps her husband was not strong enough to stand up to his parents. And I was her friend, hell, in fact more than a friend. And if she came to me for help, why should I suspect her motive. I knew I was going to help her; because, I loved her; because she had asked me to, in her own way, by making love to me. I didn't care anymore. I kissed her head. She looked up, and I kissed her forehead. "I wish you were a bit older, Krish. I would have married you, you know," and she tried to giggled, but it sounded more like a sob to me. I was still planting small kisses on her forehead, and I didn't have to say anything. After some time, I heard her say, "I haven't felt this alive in a long time." And then, she kissed me back. Not the light pecks that I was planting. She craned her neck up, and smacked me right on my lips. Then she sat up, with a naughty look in her eyes. "So, did you like it yesterday?" It was dark, and I could see her eyes, large and seemingly serious. "What," I feigned ignorance. She had stood up, and was pacing the floors. "You know, in the morning." "Oh! You mean when we fucked!" I was brazen. I saw her, jerk up startled. Then, the adventure caught up with her. "Yes, did you enjoy fucking me?" I was hard in a flash. Madhu, my Madhu was talking dirty. I had never ever imagined her talking dirty (even though it was just a word – fuck – but boy, what a word it was, especially coming out of her mouth!) "Deliriously," I said. "Madhu, I never imagined it with you, but now, I cannot think of anyone but you." She was pleased. She came and stood in front of me. I spread my knees, and let her come in. "Come here baby," and saying that, she pulled my head on to her belly. I could feel her breasts rest on the top of my head, and I could feel her belly-button through the thin frock she was wearing. "So, you cannot think of anyone but me. I know you, you probably would think about Lali tomorrow," she whispered. "Oh! That Lali again. What's up with you?" I countered. "You know, I love you and I know I am going to be in love with you forever." "Forever is a long time, Krish," she said, "I want to be happy tonight." My arms were around her hips. Her scent pervaded my senses, and her softness lulled me. I knew I was going to be in heaven soon. The frock she was wearing was thin. I could feel the thin outline of her panties. She too had started to explore my shoulders, and my back. "You know, you have a sexy figure," that was a first for me, that is, calling a girl sexy. It was a small beginning, but I knew I was going to go places. "Oh! Sexy, hmmmm…..." she looked at me. "So, you did like what you saw." I was lost, and she saw my confusion. "You know, through the window in my room." I was stunned, and started to deny everything. "What window? When?," I stammered. "Krish, come on, don't take me for a fool," she was openly laughing now at my squirm. But then, I realized that there was no point denying. And I did not want to deny it, not any more. "Did you know," I asked. "Yes, you were like clockwork, right on time. Our whole life, you have come up to wish me a good night, as you went up to your room. I did hear you come up, and then I saw the doors of the window open wide, when just a few minutes ago I had closed them." she laughed. Well, if she was being devious, I could be blatant too. "That was quiet a show you put on for me," I said. "The way you pulled your bra off was so god-awful erotic. And the full-frontal nude act was worth an Oscar!" "I did give you a good show, didn't I. Well, it's your turn now." And she pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head. "Come on, come on; get up and lose those shorts now." She was excited. So, I stood up, and she sat down, and pulled me between her knees. With both her hands, she grabbed my loose lounge shorts, and pulled them down. It fell in a bunch at my foot, and I stepped over them. Madhu looked at me. She pushed me at an arms length, and began to gaze at my body. I was already hard, and felt a bit embarrassed. I mean, a girl was ogling at me, and I was naked and hard! "I couldn't see you today morning," she said. "I wanted to see you." The room was dark, but there was enough light from the streets below, and the moon above, seeping in through the partly open windows. She stared at me, paying special attention to my rampaging hard-on. I watched her, as she stared at my cock. I moved a bit, and my cock jerked with my movement. She seemed fascinated. I squeezed my buttocks, and my cock jerked up, the head pulsating, and enlarging a little with my effort. Then her hands began to roam over my body. She put her right palm flat on my belly, and slowly dragged them over my pubic hair. She lightly caressed them, and with her left hand, grabbed me by my ass-cheeks, and pulled me forward. Soon, I was standing between the ‘vee' formed by her knees. I was hard, and my cock-head had come out from its prepuce. It looked purple with anger! The skin was bunched at the groove below my cock-head. She stopped playing with my pubic hair, and she held my cock at the base. Then, she grasped the shaft properly, and pulled the skin further down. My cock-head emerged completely, and the skin became taut. I knew, I was leaking. I could see a drop form at the tip of my penis. She too, stared at the drop, fascinated. "You are big," she whispered, "When did you grow so big?" I didn't say anything, didn't have to, but I liked what I heard. And then she kissed me! A minute ago, she was just staring at my penis, and then, she brought her face forward, and kissed me right at the tip. I saw the drop of my juice stick to her lips, and as she drew her face back, it formed a thin thread between my cock-tip, and her lips, keeping the connection alive. She licked her lips, once, and again brought her face forward. This time, she kissed, but held my cock there, touching it with her lips. The Window Ch. 02 Author's Note: Now that I have survived the ordeal of losing my "virginity" as an author; I will plunge on with Part 2. Please feel free to give me constructive criticism, or encouragement....I appreciate both. This part can be read as a stand-alone; but, I strongly suggest that the 1st installment of "The Window" be read, to get a better understanding of the characters, and the arrangement, which they have begun. Dean had been giving alot of thought for the past several days, to the arrangement he had agreed to, with Lani's husband, Richard. He was questioning his decision to have sex,....make love,....Fuck....( whatever one might call it!) Lani on a weekly basis. With full knowledge and support of her terminally ill husband. Here it was, Wednesday, and his agreement was to go to Lani's house each Thursday at 10 am. He needed to decide upon several things. He decided not to spend physical energy going on his 3 mile jog; which he had been regularly doing each Thursday for quite some time. He mulled over what he should wear; should he take her a gift, like wine, or flowers? Should he speak to Richard; what would he say?....Maybe...."Thanks for letting me ( and PAYING me!!) come over today and fuck your sexy wife!!" Obviously, Dean had never been even remotely,in a situation like this one. Then he was thinking about the $500 "salary" that Richard was paying him. Damn!! $500 per week; can it get any better than that? No doubt about the fact that he could use the extra money; especially since his ex-wife had raked him over the financial coals during the divorce 2 years ago. He could pay all of his rent on the apartment, and most of his cell phone bill and utilities with $500 a week. But that isn't the main reason he agreed to this arrangement....No!!....The main reason was so he could have sex with the lovely, hauntingly beautiful Lani; on a weekly basis. Dean didn't even have to feel guilty for "banging" another man's wife.....in his own house....while he was there in the next room.....WOW!!! Thursday morning came bright and early for Dean; he was far too excited about seeing Lani to sleep in. He showered, shaved, and picked out a casual pair of Bermuda shorts, a light green polo shirt, and light brown loafers to match his tan shorts. After eating a light breakfast, he read the sports section of the morning newspaper; after that, the business section. Dean was a loan officer at a large bank downtown; so he needed to keep up with the financial and business news. The bank gave him Thursdays off; since he had agreed to work there on Saturdays. His final preparations, before he left the apartment, to go to Lani's, was to brush his teeth, apply a bit,... not too much!!,... aftershave lotion, and run a comb thru his dark, medium length hair. He left at exactly 9:50 am; figuring it would take him about 10 minutes to get to her house. He had a spring in his step, and a smile on his face while he walked the 9 blocks. He began to envision Lani; her firm round D-cup breasts, with the large dark areolas. He pictured her long black hair, falling past her shoulders; and her taut, well proportioned legs.....sinewy....yet strong and delectable. Would she be wearing "regular" clothes, that pink babydoll outfit, that she wore last week; perhaps, she had gone shopping for something new, and sexy?? Dean couldn't wait to find out. Dean checked his watch, as he stepped onto her porch...9:59....He grinned to himself, and rang the bell. He heard Lani's footsteps coming toward the door. She opened the door and gave Dean an incredibly bright smile!! " Come in Lover," she cooed. "I have been waiting for you to come back for a week.....a LONG week." With that said, she came to him, eyes boring into his; and kissed him passionately. Deeply!! She moaned a bit....out of sheer joy. Obviously, she was very glad to see him again...Maybe even more than he was happy to see her again. Dean kissed her with fervor, tasting her lips, and.....Oh My God!!.....there was that coconut fragrance he LUVED!!....." MMmmmm, you smell good!; and you look wonderful; and you kiss very well," he told her."I feel things stirring," he grinned to her. She led him up the stairs, to her front bedroom. This was the room that has the high narrow window, looking out across the street to the park. Dean fondly recalled....That is where I caught my 1st glimpse of this heavenly woman. The woman who excited his senses, like no woman had ever done before. Dean asked if he should go say Hello to Richard. Lani told him, " No, Richard is sleeping." Lani began asking him polite questions....about his week,.....his mood,......his job.....Small talk really; just 2 friends, being cordial and respectful to each other. Lani was wearing a pair of light blue summer type shorts, a white body type t-shirt, under a red checkered shirt; opened in front, and tied at the mid-riff into a sailor's knot. Dean thought she looked radiant; her almost olive-hued skin glistened slightly in the morning heat of June. He leaned forward and kissed Lani's lips. She had a very light lipstick on, and he could have sworn that her lips tasted just like the coconut fragrance she wore. Lani excused herself.....saying she needed to "freshen-up" in the bathroom. She asked Dean to make himself comfortable, on the bed; her naughty wink told him....she meant get comfy IN the bed. When the bathroom door opened a few minutes later....minutes Dean had used to get his clothes off.....all of them, except for his boxer-shorts....Lani appeared wearing a very sexy ...black and pink trimmed teddy. It was high cut along her smooth tanned hips; and since it was strapless....her ample tit-flesh jiggled at the top edge. Her teddy held her bosoms up and her hefty globes quivered like jello along the top of the sexy, somewhat sheer lingerie. Accenting her shapely legs were black pyramid net thigh high stockings. Dean stared, gulped, and managed to croak out of his paralyzed throat..."Oh MY GOD!! You look so amazingly sexy...I want to feel you close to me, wearing that!" he spluttered. She gave him a very sultry, almost pouting look, and asked like a country school girl might..."Do you like me in this outfit??.....or would you rather I go change into something that doesn't make me look like a slut??" "Well," Dean thoughtfully uttered," No!! I don't like you in that outfit....I don't...I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOU IN IT!!"...and he grinned broadly. " I have been waiting for this for a whole week; please come to me." As he beckoned her into bed. As she lay down beside him, each gazed into the other's eyes deeply; drinking in the rising passion they felt at that moment. Dean kissed Lani, and pulled her closer. His tongue explored her open willing mouth. Her tongue fought for room in his mouth; their tongues wetly slurping, sucking, dueling inside the oral chamber that was sealed by their kiss. After a few minutes of gently pawing and feeling each other, while they tongue-wrestled, Dean began to kiss down her neck, then up to her ears, then her neck again. Lani moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of a man's lips caressing her skin.....Her passion heated with each tender kiss. She whimpered her appreciation for what he was doing to her. As he kissed lower, he gently pulled the lacy top edge of the teddy down, to gain access to her breasts; they heaved with anticipation. Her nipples were taut nubbins; growing as firm and hard as they had ever been before. Dean had always been a "tit-man"; and paid particular homage to her smooth, round orbs. Dean began to gently rub and fondle her tits....kissing them....taking her nipples, one at a time, and biting them ever so gently. This drove Lani wild. Her tits had always been very sensitive, so Dean's licking and biting, sent her almost to orgasm. She began to mewl with delight. She could now feel her pussy getting wet.....Very Wet! She pushed her heated mounds into Deans face; urging him on..."Suck them, Baby, harder.....Suck them HARDER," she wailed. Lani was really getting turned on. ...and Dean sensed it as he worked his oral delights upon her quivering heated tits. "MMmmmmm, I Luv your nipples." he smiled up at her. "They taste and feel so good." At this point, as much as her clothing was so sensual and provocative, the teddy needed to come off. She sat up and helped Dean remove her sexy garb. She teased him as she slowly and seductively unwrapped the package; as she smiled demurely. Lani was now naked, except for the black thigh highs. His mouth again found her rock hard nipples with his mouth. The licking , sucking, and biting continued to send shivers down her spine as she gently sighed her pleasure. As this was going on, his hands and fingers began to explore her hips, and ass. She lifted her hips, to allow him access to her round ass; golden globes of exquisite flesh that firmly flexed at his touch. His mouth began to journey south; down to her closely trimmed "landing-strip" above her steamy wet pussy. He nuzzled the fur, rubbing his nose slowly into the musky aroma of her little patch. She tugged his hair and face down into her center. Dean was now on his stomach, his face deeply tonguing her sopping wet love-tunnel; licking slowly up and down her pussy lips with sensuous licks. Lani was so wet....soooo...wet; and he slurped her pussy juice that seemed to be gushing with each pass of his tongue. He began to trace small concentric circles around her swelling clit. Not licking her there very hard; alternating between using the tip of his toungue, then long slow licks with the flat-part of his hot tongue. Her cunt spasmed with delight; Dean was doing things to her cunt that drove her nearly unconscious. Lani pulled his face deeper into her steaming snatch. She wanted his tongue buried into her pussy just as far as possible. Her hips drove up into his pussy-licking face, as she now felt her approaching orgasm build. Being the patient lover that he was; Dean took his time, and as he licked her gash, he began to slowly work ,first one....then two fingers up into her love-box. Lani wailed with pleasure....actually she was closer to screaming. Dean knew that if her husband, Richard, was awake in the next bedroom, he could easily hear her cries of joy. Now he placed a third finger into her pussy, pumping them into her snatch ever deeper, driving her to ecstacy. This sex Goddess was now really into it!! She bucked and thrashed, sliding her hot ass along the sheets....driving into his slurping, swallowing mouth. " Oh god....she wailed....OH GOD!!....she was near screaming...her orgasm train arriving at cunt station!! She dug her nails into the back of Dean's neck as she loudly announced..." Im cumming.....Cuummmmiiinnngggg......OH FUCK!!!.....IM CCCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!! A thunderous orgasm gripped her, twisted her, boomed thru every nerve ending and fiber of her body. Dean rode her thru the waves of her orgasm that vibrated thru her arched and clenched body. From her nipples...to her belly, to her sopping cunt...Lani came Hard. As she did so, her tunnel flooded with pussy-cum....Dean tried to drink it all; his mouth sucking and slurping as much of her love-nectar as it could get down. Lani's orgasm seemed to continue to reverberate thru her center, as he continued to suck her love juice; keeping away from her too sensitive clit, for the time being. Finally, after a few minutes of trying to slow her breathing to normal; Lani pulled Dean up to her face. She gazed hungrily into his sparkling hazel eyes. She kissed his cum-covered lips, licking her love-juices from his chin, and cheeks....Dean was drenched; but happily smiled back at her. "You cum hard!!....ya know??" he said to her thru a smile. " Oh baby...YES!!" she beamed. " That may have been the hardest climax I have ever had....and I have had some big ones!" she quipped. They rested together for a few minutes; enjoying the afterglow of their sex. Both of them using their fingers and hands....and also their toes....to gently, slowly, teasingly caress the other. Lani looked at Dean and determindly said, " I want you to fuck me now.....Fuck me as well as you ate me.Please!" Dean grinned back, "It will be my pleasure." His cock, which had been hard during the oral sex, was still stiff, as she assisted in helping him get his boxers off. She reached a hand down to his throbbing member, feeling the turgid rod harden in her small hand even more than it had been. He kissed her deeply as she played with his prick, coaxing more "steel" from it. She pushed him over, so he was on his back. Then she began kissing and sucking his growing breast-buds.His nipples got hard as pebbles instantly. "Mmmmm...You like that....don't you?" she asked, while licking his nipples and stroking his cock. " I love everything you do, sweetheart," he answered. "Your soft hands feel so good on my dick. With that, he laid his head back on the pillow, and luxuriated in the erotic, sexy hand-job that she was administering. After a few minutes of her hand fucking his cock...He reluctantly said, " I would love for you to continue...BUT...if you do....I am gonna cum on your hand...and I want to cum in your pussy." " Well, I can use something else besides my hands, ya know??" Lani then raised up to her knees, bent over Dean's love-pole....and gently licked the tip. She tasted his pre-cum....mmmm slightly salty, but nice. She swirled her wet tongue around his shaft.....then sucked his eight inch meat muscle into her bobbing mouth. Each stroke with her mouth took more and more of him into her oral cavity. Lani now stopped, his entire rod, pulsing with lust, lodged to the entrance to her throat. She fought not to gag; relaxing her mouth and throat muscles. He was very happy....Lani, it turns out is a great cocksucker, Dean thought.Then she began to mouth fuck his cock....slowly riding her lips up and down; up and down. He began to sigh; and closed his eyes to concentrate on her incredible oral skills. Lani continued sucking his hot dick for a few more minutes....then pulled off of it suddenly. His cock plopped out onto his abdomen. Dean looked down at her serious face and asked..."Is there anything you desire?" She looked at him and replied, "I want to be fucked...I want to be Fucked......NOW!!!!" Just the words he was looking to hear. He reached for her shoulders; and leaned her back on the bed. He then got around Lani's supine body and knealt between her legs...gently pushing her knees a bit further apart. Her pussy was still glistening from the earlier tongue-lashing he had given it. He leaned down, and kissed and licked her tender gash. She arched into him a bit. The tip of his tongue found her love-nub, and he gently assaulted it for a few seconds....Lani quivered with lust. Dean then moved into position. He rubbed the tip of his prick along her sopping slit. She mewled with delight. He teased her cunt like that for a bit; drawing her anticipation to the royal fucking she was about to receive. He then guided his phallic missile into the target. Her pussy practically sucked his throbbing member into her wet nest of sex. He slowly, slowly buried himself; until he felt his balls nudge against her ass. She moaned the moan of a contented woman, being well fucked. Then Dean began to plow her cunt...short, deep slow strokes at first....then longer...faster...deeper strokes. Lani began to move her hips, thrusting up to match his rhythm. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. He plunged his flesh saber into her cunt. She drove her wet snatch up into his pumping piston equally as hard. As they both continued to pound each other.....the tell-tale signs of orgasm approached for each of them. His balls began to clench and tighten; her love canal began to flood with cum-juice....both drove to climax "Yes...YES.....YESSSSS...I'M Cummmiiinggg".....she wailed!! Her back arched....her hips bucked uncontrollably, and she screamed her release...."AnnnnGGGGhhhhh!!!......OH MY GOD!!!" "I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMMIINNNGGG!! and she exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. At the same time, his balls tightened and released a huge flood of semen into her sopping hole. "I'm Cummmiiinnggg!! he shouted. His cock shot 5....no 6....no 7 huge jolts of jizz into her hole. When the last jet of cum ran out of his dick, he collapsed on top of Lani. It took both of them several minutes to return to Earth. They gasped and panted....then slowly...breathed deeply....and finally calmed to a quiet embrace. They both drifted off to sleep for a short nap. Arms and legs entertwined; both satiated. Both of these people knew how to give....and receive sexual pleasure. When they awoke,peaceful and contented, Dean thought "This was going to be quite the arrangement. This woman is wonderful. Her husband knows she deserves this. I am all too happy to help her.....and me....have a great time. Lani was thinking....This man is Wonderful. Where did he learn to be such a patient, considerate, energetic lover?? I love having this "treatment" every week!! Can we only do this once a week?? Dean was thinking..."Boy, I wish we could do this more than once a week."....BUT.....a deal is a deal....and he didn't want to ruin the arrangement with Richard. Lani leaned over to kiss Dean...her eyes sparkled like polished rubies. They kissed deeply for several minutes. ...enjoying the taste from each other's lips. Then Lani got up; put a robe on; and left the room. Dean figured she went in to check on her husband. Dean started to get dressed. A huge grin on his smug face. He just KNEW he was getting the best end of this deal. In the next bedroom, Richard saw the look on his wife's face....He just KNEW he was getting the best end of this deal. He was making sure his beloved wife was happy and satisfied. Her happiness was really all he now cared about. He felt the deal was excellent for all of them , really. Richard might be ill....but he is also wise. Lani padded back to the bedroom where Dean was getting up, the afternoon Sun, beaming thru her window, lighting the bed with brilliant light. She felt the tingle in her pussy;.....she just KNEW that she was getting the best of this deal. She still had a caring, compassionate, loving husband; and a wonderful lover to make her happy. She handed Dean the envelope, with the money inside. She looked at Dean, and kissed him passionately...."I will see you again next Thursday." she beamed. "I can't wait " he replied. He looked out the window for a moment......It was a Great Day!! The Window Ch. 03 Standard obligatory disclaimer: They’re all 18+ When Jen woke later that afternoon the TV was hissing at her and the tape had long since rewound. She didn’t care; she had things to think about. The memory of her own voice begging to be fucked in the ass filled her mind. It wasn’t that the thought bothered her, it was the mechanics of the act she was concerned about. She knew her ass was sensitive, and the visual images, and perceived feelings of getting a cock jammed up there made her wet. The trick, she thought, was to get used to it first. A warm bath, she thought would relax her, and the bottle of wine she had hidden in her secret stash couldn’t hurt… she’d been stealing Dad’s bottles for years, and she had a respectable collection; she’d never bothered to drink any of them barring a shot or two. The more she went over the video in her mind, the more she knew she HAD to have Johnny, and in every way possible. She had discussed sex rather frankly with August, and reading her diary had learned more; the video was just the frosting on the cake. She knew for sure that people could cum from oral sex, both getting and giving… and that her ass was also an erogenous zone. She had cum that way before with her fingers, was looking forward with glee to using toys, and with absolute delight to the time Johnny would take her that way. She couldn’t wait for that. It took a fast few minutes with her fingers on her clit to gain some clear space to think and plan. * * * Jen rearranged her room somewhat. She had found a couple of Cheval-styled mirrors in the attic, and used them to complement the mirror on her closet door. Moving the dresser and vanity gave her two more angles of view: shifting the bed and putting up two folding screens gave her a private theater. The old videocamera was a welcome addition. Jen intended to enjoy every single moment of her self-exploration, and the pleasure she had already enjoyed watching herself in the mirror, she thought, might be increased by video. Recording her evolution into a sexual being also appealed to her intellectual and aesthetic side; she could eliminate positions that didn’t seem graceful and appealing. Jen fortified herself with a glass of wine, and took the time to lovingly shave every inch of her crotch, from navel back up past her cheeks. She then had another glass of wine and two soapy enemas; she was horny not nasty. A warm bath and another glass or two of wine relaxed her further. She walked nude into her bedroom, swiveling her hips with the same proud arrogance and sexual open-ness that August had; Jen was already wet with anticipation. She set up the mirrors and cam for the best possible view, brought out the toys and lube, and made sure the wine was easily reached from the bed. She knew the big dildo was too large to use first but she fondled, licked and sucked it while she used her lubed fingers to ready herself. She was thinking of Johnny’s cock in her mouth, and was surprised when she came almost immediately. Jen shifted her position so she could see her fingers sliding into herself. The golden-tanned fingers contrasted with her paler fair-skinned cheeks and the pink of her anus. She dropped the dildo and picked up the vibrator, slowly teasing it over her clit. The intense feelings this produced quickly had her hips hunching for better contact. Jen wanted more, and fast! The vibe was instantly deep inside her pussy probing again and again for her G-spot. Jen came three times in fast succession then reached for the wine as the trembling passed. While Jen was drinking the wine she examined her toys again and suddenly realized that the stubby fat object was intended to go in her ass and stay there: that thought she filed away for later thrills. She had a huge grin on her face just thinking about walking around full, stretched in public, and no person would know but her. Jen refilled her glass, and reclined gracefully. She was positioned so that the main mirror and the cam were pointed directly between her spread legs. It took only moments to re-insert the vibe into her still-wet pussy. She watched avidly as it slid in and out, then after a few minutes she pulled it out, covered it with lube and slid it slowly deep into her ass. There was minor discomfort, but that passed almost immediately. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she pushed the vibe in and out, her other hand was circling her clit, and her hips bucked into another orgasm. Jen lay back for another sip of wine, holding the vibe inside. The tingling feeling it produced was somewhat distracting, but that was part of the exercise. She leaned over to grab the dildo and lube and refilled her glass. Jen clamped her ass muscles to hold the vibe while the fingers of one hand played idly over her clit. The other hand held the dildo as she examined it closely, wishing it was Johnny’s cock. A few licks and sucks weren’t satisfying, so she used both hands to lube it up, getting it very slippery; She then slipped it slowly but surely deep into her pussy. Jen started thrashing as she worked the toys in unison into herself, then a bit of syncopation, then in tandem. She’d never felt so full. The laughter that thought drew almost stopped her from cumming, but the intensity was new and awesome. She kept laughing afterward; the only experience she’d had was her “training sessions”. Jen watched for a while as the toys stretched her openings in and out… She lost interest fast though, as she began to wonder just how that big dildo would feel in her ass: she’d never had it in her pussy before either, and that hadn’t hurt. Jen decided that food wasn’t a bad idea, and after turning the cam off went downstairs to get it. Running around the house nude felt delightfully naughty, and she made sure to sit in both of her parent’s chairs and then rubbed her ass all over the couch. She laughed on her way back up the stairs- so much for being Miss Goody-two-shoes! A sudden thought stopped her cold, and she went back downstairs. It took only moments to open the back door, and since it was dark enough she slipped outside, then ran around the house, back inside, and giggled all the way to her room. That fast little adventure had given her some very interesting ideas for later on. She felt a slight ache deep inside, but decided that was from a long-needed stretch, and there was no way she was stopping now. Jen took the time to turn the cam back on, for a glass or two, turned on some music she found to be romantic, then went back to the bed. The dildo was still slippery from the combination of her juices and the lube, so she lubed it up some more, positioned it vertically on the bed, made sure it was pointed right and sat on it before she had second thoughts. It hurt, more than she had hoped, less than she had thought. The feeling of being jammed full was very interesting. Jen took another glass while she got used to having her ass crammed full. As she felt herself relaxing she began moving up and down, fucking herself on the dildo and imagining the entire time that she finally had Johnny buried deep in her ass. It didn’t take terribly long before she was having another multiple orgasm that left her limp and sprawled out on the bed; she didn’t even have time to turn the cam off before she fell asleep. The Window Ch. 04 Everyone is still over 18. * Jen woke in the morning and stretched lazily. As she rolled over she felt the dildo still inside her. Feeling full was wonderful, but she had some aches and knew that a trip to the bathroom was in order. After doing her business she grabbed a quick shower and went down for breakfast. Breakfast was light, her typical mix of fruit, yogurt and tea. Jen went upstairs to dress. She was tempted to play, but had plans for at least part of the day. It only took minutes to dress; deciding what to wear took far longer. None of August's clothes seemed suitable, so she ended up wearing a T-shirt from two years ago, washed thin and cropped high as soon as she found the scissors, a pair of her loose jeans were as quickly cut off. A pair of old sneakers completed her outfit. She had debated underwear but decided to go without. She ran down the stairs and headed for Johnny's house before she lost her nerve. Jen didn't know if she could knock on the door or not, but luckily Johnny was in the driveway washing his bike. "Hi Johnny!" "Hi kid, long time no see." Jen stood, momentarily abashed, twisting her sneaker-clad toe on the ground. A flash of inspiration struck. "Johnny, I need a ride into town and back. Can you help me?" "Can't one of your parents run you down there?" "No, they're on vacation, and I really need some, umm... things." Johnny looked up, curious about the hesitation; Jen just had time to glance away; the thoughts in her head ensured that she was flushing. Johnny made the assumption she wanted him to, that she needed "female supplies". "Sure Jen, just let me finish this and I'll get the truck." Sitting next to him in the truck could work, but she had a better idea. "Could we take the bike? It's such a pretty day, and I'd love to ride with you." She helped him finish washing the bike, ensuring that enough water splashed her shirt to render it skin-tight and transparent. Jen knew there was no way he could miss seeing her hard nipples or that she was not wearing a bra. She was fairly sure that he'd gotten a couple of looks at her hairless mound too. While they were drying the bike, Jen studied him. There were new lines in his weathered face, lines she was sure came from pain, and he'd lost some weight. She knew, more or less, that there had not been a woman in his life since August left, at least for more than a weekend. She goofed about some, and got him to smile a bit, but it was slight and fleeting, not the sun-bright smile or the evil grin she remembered. In her opinion that he was still missing August just added character points. Jen wanted to grab him and hold him close, but knew it was going to take time; first for him to stop seeing her as a little girl, and then to accept that she could take August's place in his heart and life. She knew if he loved her the way he had loved August that she would never leave him. She was sure too, that August would hate to see him in such pain. She still had no real idea why she had left, but from watching them she knew that he'd never mistreated her: far from it. The ride into town was wonderful. The warm air rushing past caressed her bare thighs and gently heated her pussy. She finally had him wrapped in her arms, and locked between her legs. Jen spent the entire time pulling herself into Johnny's warm back. She pressed her nipples against him; the rubbing was driving her wild and the minor imperfections in the road combined with the loping of the old Harley were causing some inevitable reactions. She clamped her legs around his trim hips, feeling her throbbing clit smash against his taut ass, as the ride went on she relaxed her tight clasp around his waist, and let her hands wander lower, till she had her hands on his thighs, just shy of grabbing his cock. She was wet and dripping by the time they pulled up in front of the pharmacy she'd told him she needed to go to. "I'll be inside a while, is that ok?" "Yeah, do what you have to do; I'll be back in an hour or so." That fit in perfectly with her plan. Jen went inside the pharmacy, and was out the back door before she heard the bike start. The lingerie store was on the next block, and the sex shop was around the corner. She ran to the lingerie store, and did do some browsing, but the only thing she really wanted there was something that was supposed to heat up, a cinnamon-flavored lotion. That purchase secured she was out the door and heading for the sex shop. She had to slow down there; she'd never been inside before, and wanted to make her purchases carefully. Checking the prices, she was glad she'd hoarded her allowance and the money she'd earned baby-sitting. She found a dildo about twice the size of the one she had, a butt-plug more than twice as large as hers, a BIG bottle of something called "Anal-eaze", and a set of chains that had clamps for her nipples and clit. The strange-looking guy at the counter carded her, then put her loot in a plain brown bag. Jen took a fast look around, then added a bullet vibe and a set of beads to the total. She just had time to get out front of the pharmacy and sit down on a bench before Johnny pulled up. She was sitting with one leg up, in an "innocent little girl" pose, the loose leg of her shorts guaranteed that Johnny could see her wet pouting lips, and the juices running down her leg. "You ready to go home kid?" The fact he had to clear his throat before speaking let her know that he had indeed seen what she wanted him to. She was not going to stop yet... the one thing she absolutely wanted was that he began to think of her as a woman. Jen ran her hand down her thigh slowly, peeking out the corner of her eye; he was watching. She slipped her fingers across her soaking wet pussy, then lifted them, and licked them clean all the while +not watching him+. The sudden flush he got, and the equally sudden shift to pale told her he'd seen, and that it had impacted him deeply. Jen slowly got up, giving him one more flash of her shaved mound, then bent for her bags, making certain that he could see her bra-less breasts. She jumped on the bike, leaned forward, and asked if he was hungry. Johnny husked that he wasn't. She whispered in his ear, making sure that he felt the heat of her breath, "Take me home then." The entire way home, Jen had her clit jammed against him, her breasts crushed against his back, and her hands deep inside his thighs, she could feel the heat from his crotch on her hands. A little rubbing here and there didn't hurt anything, but it did cause him to breathe funny. Johnny dropped her off at the house, then split for his. Jen went inside, then ran upstairs; the itch in her clit was maddening. A few furious seconds later she was moaning his name and cumming fiercely. When she finished she went to the window; Johnny was sitting on his steps, staring at his bike. She grinned; he had definitely noticed her. Jen added the new purchases to what she was already thinking of as her toy box. She wanted a meal and a shower before she tried any of them out. The Window Ch. 05 (yep, all 18+) She watched him for a while, but all he was doing was sitting and obviously thinking very hard; interesting, but she had things to do. She checked the sheers and realized that while she could see him, there was not a real chance he could see her... Some fast rearranging and now she had a comfy chair with a perfect view out. A few seconds sufficed to lose the T and shorts, two steps lost the old sneakers and left Jen naked. She walked over to the bag of new toys to pull out the cinnamon heating oil and the bullet-vibe. She eased back to the chair, sat and read the directions on the oil: "pour in hand and rub in" seemed simple enough, so she did. She hadn't realized quite how fast or how -warm- it would get; she decided with an ice-cold puss it would have been frozen-to-slut in about 10 seconds, but it wasn't hurting anything: far from it. She edged the chair over for a better view of Johnny and took a little time getting the bullet out and loaded, then slid it over her clit and hit the button. A few minutes of purely clitoral stimulation took its' invetitable course and she lost sight of "her man" for a while. When she could see again Johnny wasn't sitting on his stoop: that was NOT in the plan! She looked for him for 10 minutes or so, but he was definitely not visible. Seemed like a good time for a drink, and wine was the choice. Wine led to hunger, and Jen was in the kitchen throwing a salad together when she heard the ch-kunk! sound drifting in, a peek out of that window showed Johnny, shirtless, splitting fire-wood out behind his house. That view was enough to hold her interest as she finished getting the salad ready: he was definitely leaner than he had been, and he was splitting wood with an intensity that suggested his mind was elsewhere struggling with something. She sat and ate, and watched him work and sweat; the pile of firewood already under the (new) shelter told her he was taking something out in work, instead of dealing with whatever it was: she had a pretty good idea of just what that might be, and decided it was time to make it harder for him to ignore. Cleaning up after her meal didn't take long; it took longer to go upstairs and find a very old T-shirt she had sometimes used as a nightgown; washed-thin and fragile, almost transparent, and now falling barely below her hungry pussy; the sun behind her, any breeze, or a very-slight stretch would leave her wantonly exposed. It was time to take out the compost: completely coincidentally the route would take her within about five feet of Johnny. As it worked out; flawless: the sun was behind her, the breeze was blowing up as evening approached, and the way she held the basket snugged the T in against her breasts and hitched the hem up more than enough. He didn't hear her walking; the sound of the axe covered almost any sound she could have possibly made, and she was within arms-reach before he noticed. She had time for a fast turn, so as she dumped the basket all he saw was her ass and freshly-shaved lips. When she turned back again, he had seen everything she wanted to offer him. He said nothing, just stood and stared with the sweat of a more-than-honest days work rolling off him, and suddenly all the carefully-rehearsed words she had ready evaporated. He was looking at her with all the white-eyed intensity of the stallion she'd once seen mounting a mare. Her mouth went dry, and all she could say was "Johnny I want... I want..." The stuttering made it worse, but she finally got it out. "Johnny, I want you, I want to give you something. I want to give you me, because I love you." He just stood for a moment, then turned and slammed the axe into the stump. the longer he stood hunched ove the axe the more she dreaded his words. "Talk to me, please." "You don't know what you're asking, or offering." "I know you want me, I've seen you looking." "You're too young..." She watched him walk away, it got blurry through the tears, but she watched him walk inside his house before she turned and ran home. Once inside she charged up the stairs and into her room, and was sobbing before she hit the floor. The tear-storm didn't last all that long: she wasn't the type. Hiccuping from sobs she started thinking.