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The Sexy SIL

By: fluidline1



"Where the hell is the party boy?" Suri asked, already in stratosphere and still swigging away the whisky.

I smiled at him. "Dilip's gone to fetch Ron."

"Well, that's cute. Why couldn't Ron make it on his own? He gotta problem with the place or what?"

"Well, Suri, Ron's one of Dilip's best pals and he don't know the city that well. He just flew in today."

I excused myself and walked quickly to the wet bar.

Dilip had left barely a couple of minutes ago and already the crowd was missing him. And why not? It was, after all, his party. Today was the silver jubilee of his firm. He had begun Ess Associates exactly twenty-five years ago when he had been about 24 years old. Armed with a diploma and a couple of years of experience with a large architectural firm, he began his operations in a dinghy ten by fifteen office across a small lane that branched half a mile off the Main Street. There was a beat up old table, three chairs, a telephone and a drafting board. He shared a common bathroom with the offices on his floor.

He'd come a long way from there. He now had a swanky office with all the bells and the whistles and half a dozen staff working under him.

I grabbed a beer and plunked back against the bar, sipping the chilled liquid and surveying the crowd. I wondered for the thousandth time why architects and those connected with any form of art often sprout beards and / or act so whimsically. Dilip himself had a beard, wore trousers that seemed to be bought in a flea market and slippers that looked like he had found abandoned in some alleyway. 

Most of the crowd I saw that day were similar though of course, the women had their own way of expressing their eccentricities. On women architects (and there were quite a few of them) I found a generous proportion of them with piercing. Shit! Apart from those piercing in the ears, and perhaps on the side of the nose, I abhor piercing on any other part of the body. 

One lady was wearing something that looked like a cross between a bathrobe and a skirt. Another was in a wrap- around sari, while yet another wore tight pants that perhaps were made by stitching together a number of doormats. 

Seated directly ahead of me in a group of about half a dozen weirdoes was Radha, and as it happened every time I looked at her, my heart skipped. (Something else skipped to, and I leave it to your imagination to know what did).

Dilip was 49 and Radha, 36. And as the years rolled on, the difference in their ages was getting (and looking) more pronounced. It was difficult to believe that Radha was a mother of a 14-year old daughter, but to look at her husband, one would think that the 14-year old kid was his granddaughter. Too often, one got the impression that Radha was his daughter, not his wife.

Tongues started wagging and he was getting used to the sniggers behind his back. This had affected him psychologically and so she had given up the contacts and taken up wearing huge, and somewhat dowdy-looking glasses and saris (whenever they went out, though today the contacts were in and the glasses were out, perhaps on Dilip's instructions, as this get together meant a lot to him and maybe he wanted her to look young just for this day, at least) – this get-up gave her a more mature look, but comments made by those within the family – gosh, you look so young - (as a compliment to her) hadn't helped repair Dilip's psyche. 

It wasn't that she was petite; on the contrary, she was a big woman. At five seven, she was just about a couple of inches shorter than him and the hundred and twenty-five pounds she weighed was exquisitely proportioned, and this big-boned body of hers, supposedly draped up to look a lot older than she really was, didn't quite work, because, in contrast her face was soft with large, dark flashing eyes, well-defined lashes and eyebrows and the well maintained thick, dark, long luxurious hair falling in gentle waves to her waist. Add to that her creamy skin and her full soft mouth and you could well toss out the theory that clothes could make one look older than one really is.

She had mile-long legs and I have seen them on many occasions when she wore those gowns and robes at home. (Oftentimes, she also wore knee length skirts). In her saris, especially those that weren't meant to be draped tightly, you couldn't see those great knees and strong thighs that went up to her rounded buttocks. The sudden dip at her tiny waist (tiny by her otherwise big standards) had once made my teenaged daughter blurt out that she had a great figure.

Great, hell, her figure was every man's dream and I am human. And what really got to me were those amazing breasts that she could only hide by draping the border of her sari across them. I have seen her with that border tipping away from her shoulders. I am amazed that my heart has survived all those mild heart attacks whenever I have seen those blouse-encased breasts, straining out of the flimsy material. Even in the most orthodox-looking saris, she almost always wore low-neck blouses that revealed lots of cleavage whenever, by chance, the border of the sari fell down her shoulders. When she bent down, like to pick up something from off the floor, those huge breasts strained against her front, which made me wonder why they didn't rip off the blouse and tumble out.

She looked my way, gave me a small smile and a quick wink, rolling her eyes in mock despair and gently shrugging her shoulders, indicating the weirdoes bunched around her. I grinned back, lighting a cigarette. We were pretty close to each other and why not? Her husband was my wife's brother.

She was my sister. And though I was a year younger than her husband, I had no such psychological hang-ups like Dilip. If my petite wife, all of 45 years old looked a decade younger, I too looked like I was in my late thirties and my spirit complimented the looks.

There were a lot of times that I thought she knew I fantasized about her but we kept the charade by limiting ourselves to mild flirting, and equally flirtatious messages on the cell phones. 

It was during this time that I noticed what eventually led up to our breaking the ice. She was wearing a flimsy pink sari with matching blouse. She had draped the border over one shoulder and not across her chest and even if she had, the material was flimsy enough to reveal the outlines of her lacy bra.

My eyes almost popped out when I noticed that one strap of the bra had come off and even from this distance I could notice the goof up. For a moment, I thought of walking up to the group and quietly inform Radha about the particular predicament, but hell, that would have been very embarrassing for her.

I looked back and spied upon the room at the back of the hotel that Dilip had hired for the party to store the paraphernalia required to throw such a party at this big a scale. I knew that she had the key to the room and this gave me the idea.

I whipped out my cell phone and scrolled to 'Write Messages'. I manipulated the touch buttons to write: "Emergency! Embarrassing! Don't look my way but urgent u cum to room. Ur dress is not in order. Pretend nothing wrong & xcuse urself 2 cum here. Rpt urgent" 

I sent the message and watched her shuffling with her cell phone. Her eyes widened and despite my warning, she looked my way questioningly. 

I pointed slowly at my left shoulder. Casually she ran a hand across her left shoulder and her eyes widened when she realized the goof up. She didn't get up immediately; I'll give that much for her, but a minute later, she excused herself and walked gracefully over to where I was standing.

"Since when?" she asked me softly, standing in front of me.

"I just noticed," I told her conversationally, aware that a few eyes maybe diverted towards us. More specifically, towards her, because she was so elegant and gave that aura of statuesque personality. 

"What now?" she asked, her eyes pleading and frantic.

"Use that room. I presume you have the key. Immediate repair is called for. The party's hardly started."

She smiled gratefully and walked to the room.

I had been hardly able to keep my eyes away from her heaving chest when she had stood in front of me. The left strap of her bra had parted from the cup and the cup had slid down considerably. Through the flimsy, almost transparent blouse, I could see the top of her near naked breast.

She disappeared into the room and I could hear the bolt shooting in the dead lock. I continued to sip my drink and smoke my cigarette, aware that I had a slight bulge between my legs that made standing uncomfortable.

After perhaps five minutes and another cigarette, I heard the bolt sliding back and she whispered, "May!"

I glanced at her. She was peering through the crack of the door, the dim light behind her illuminating her thick mane of hair. 

"What's it?" I whispered back.

"Need your help!"

I straightened up flicking the cigarette to the floor and stepping on the butt, casually glancing around the garden where the crowd was busy, engrossed in their gossip and drinks. I wondered why she hadn't asked me to locate her best pal, Mina, who had already arrived with her husband. Then I realized that Mina and her husband were playing the temporary hosts. 

Slowly, so as not to be noticed, I slid into the stuffed room. It was full of plates, glasses, bottles, folding chairs and tables, casseroles and what have you. She had closed the large window and drawn the drapes. A naked low-wattage bulb hung in the center of the ceiling, providing very little illumination. There was also a dressing table with a narrow, but tall mirror pushed up in one corner.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she bolted the door behind her after I entered. 

"The goddamned thing's snapped," she told me as I swung around to face her. 

The border of the sari was off, bunched around her waist, her blouse unbuttoned and she was clutching the bra to her chest. She was wearing a tight, flimsy and lacy pink bra, perhaps to match the sari and the blouse.

"What's snapped?" I muttered, trying to look away.

"The place where the strap holds the cup," she explained, her eyes averted from mine and watching the damage instead. 

I looked at it. Sure enough, the strap had sheared off the cup, which she was now holding against her breast. The strap hung loose off her shoulder. 

I shuffled in place, trying to hide my bulge. 

"So what do you suggest?" I asked plaintively. 

"I have a safety pin, but I can't manage to pin it up with one hand." She was blushing now and I suddenly realized that her voice was no longer flirtatiously flippant as is the normal case, but had a definite edge of embarrassment in it. I also caught a hint of helpless intimacy in the voice, now that she had only me to help her out of her predicament. 

"Pin what up?" I said stupidly.

"The strap to the cup. Temporary repairs. Just to see if it works." Her voice was now definitely husky and her eyes fluttered beneath her lashes as she glanced at me and then abruptly back to the bra-cup that she held over her half naked breast. 

I understood her difficulty. She couldn't possibly hold both the cup and the strap together and pin them up with both her hands. The bra, as I later learned was a tight fit.

She extended her hand holding the pin towards me and I dumbly took it in my shaking hand. She was standing in front of the mirror and I had to bend down to bring the pin to the tattered bra. 

She held the cup and the strap together in her hands and had to thrust her chest forward to allow me access to be able to pin them up together.

Her breast was heaving and that meant that she was breathing heavily. So was I, painfully aware of my erection as I gazed at the top of her large breast, so tantalizingly close to me. I could smell the perfume that she had sprayed there, mixed with the unmistakable heavenly smell of woman.

I slid the pin through the material, making a conscious effort not to touch any part of her body. From the corner of my eye, I watched our reflection in the mirror. Her head was bent; she was apparently gazing at the sight of my hand fumbling with the pin.

As I slid the pin into the slot, the back of my hand brushed the top of her breast and I felt her body stiffening in response.

"No way that blouse is going to conceal the pin," I managed to utter hoarsely.

"L-let me see," she stammered as I straightened. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and bunched the blouse over her breast. She looked into the mirror when she reached behind to button her blouse.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she held the gaze as she buttoned up. With her hands behind her, her chest thrust up against the blouse, emphasizing the size and the shape. The border of the sari still lay down at her waist. 

Finally, she had buttoned up her blouse and she shifted her glance to the mirror.

I was right. Even though she let the border of the sari drape across her chest, the pin was clearly visible. 

She tried to shuffle the border towards the pin, but the garment was too flimsy and too transparent to hide the pin. Shuffling around like that gave me generous glimpses of her cleavage and I clamped my lips together to prevent the groan that was building up inside me.

"Guess it won't help, huh?" she finally asked me, striking a pose in front of me.

I looked at her chest. I had to clear my throat before answering her. "No, Radha, I guess it won't help. I think you have got to change."

She looked dubiously at her reflection in the mirror, still flushed and breathing heavily, and thrust her chest out again. That sent another spark through my groin. Another thing happened. When she thrust her chest out, there was an audible 'plop' and the pin popped out.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "That does it. I can't possibly depend on this arrangement."

She turned to look at me. There was a strange look in her eyes, which I detected as being a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. (Hopefully) Thank God for the dim light in the room! If there had been sufficient light, I'd bet she could have easily seen the prominent bulge inside my trousers between my legs.

"What the hell do I do now?" she asked, desperation in her voice, her eyes drifting back to the mirror, her hand fingering the place where the pin had opened up. I could clearly see the gap between the cup and the strap.

"I suppose you will have to change it," I suggested.

She considered this for some time. "You think so?"

"Well, the party's not yet started and you can't go around like this."

"The crowd's going to miss me if I have to get back to the apartment to change," she said. "Plus, what kind of plausible reason could I give?"

I thought about it for a while and suddenly came up with an idea. "Tell you what, Radha, I got an solution. I could ring up Akshay and tell him that I am going to pick him up. I know he doesn't have any transport and he was going to take a cab. I don't know where he exactly stays and you would accompany me to give the directions."

Akshay was a mutual friend and a budding architect. He was more my friend than Dilip's, but Dilip was his idol and that was the reason that he was sent the invitation for the party.

She brightened up. "Yes, that could work. I'll tell Mina to handle the crowd in the meantime. You'd better let your wife know that you are going to pick up Akshay and would be back shortly. Better still, you tell them while I make my way to your car. I don't want anybody to see this."

I managed a hoarse laugh and so did she. I handed over the car keys to her, aware that my hand was still shaking. The situation and the sight didn't help my condition any and I wondered if she too was nervous.

"I'll call Akshay and ask him to wait for me. There's still another hour or so for the party to start, so we do have the time."

"I don't know how to thank you. First, for bringing this to my notice and now for this," she said, and that strange look was back there in her eyes.

"Oh, that's all right," I told her.

"I really meant that. Two occasions you have helped me out."

I looked at her for a long time. "Perhaps you could thank me later on," I whispered. "Twice. But now it's time we make a move."

She nodded and then, hesitantly patting my shoulders, she slowly opened the door and slipped away.

It took some time for me to compose myself. God, but it was difficult for me to do that. I had to struggle with my mind to will my erection to go down before I slipped away to inform Mina about the arrangement. Mina called up Dilip and after speaking to him for a while, informed me that he was still to reach Ron's place as he was caught up in the downtown traffic jam. I knew that Ron's place was at least an hour's drive from this hotel.

I cornered my wife, who was chatting away with a group of women. "Hey hon, I'm on my way to get Akki. I'll be back in a while, okay?"

She hardly paid attention and just nodded. 

I got into my car – she had unlocked it and was sitting in the passenger's seat, the border of her sari wrapped around her ample chest.

I glanced at her when I called up Akshay to tell him to wait for me. He was about to call for a cab.

"Something important has come up, pal," I told him, grinning nervously at Radha, who smiled back, equally nervous, that strange look in her eyes. "I've got some real important work and I would be around your place. Just wait for me so that I can pick you up, okay."

He was glad. "Gosh pal, that's neat. The hotel's more than an hour away from here and it gets terribly boring to be alone in a goddamned cab."

I fired the engine and slid the car out of the parking zone, hanging a U turn to get onto the main street.

We were silent for some time and listened to the gentle noise of the air conditioner humming softly. 

Finally, she broke the silence. "God, May, I really, really don't know what I could have done without you. I just don't know how I could thank you for all this."

May was short for "Mayur", my name, and though I was sick of this abbreviated form, I was nevertheless stuck with it.

I laughed, and trying to sound nonchalant, I said, "That's the second time you said that, Radha. And yeah, you have got to thank me back two times."

"With the situation I was in, maybe thanking you back a hundred times wouldn't be sufficient. I could have made a complete idiot of myself and boy, Dilip would have flipped his lid." 

Suddenly, I realized that what she meant was that we were going to hide this from her husband and that made us look like a pair of co-conspirators. 

I kept glancing at her and yes, she was definitely breathing hard. I could tell it by the way her chest heaved and the way her tongue kept flicking over her full lips.

Was this the day that our light flirtatious banter going to finally give way to something more serious? Even as I thought about it, my erection began to poke against my trousers. My mind kept going back to the sight of her half naked glorious breast. Large, firm and soft, they had succeeded in arousing the beast inside me.

I always had the hots for this lady. I had forgotten how many times I had fantasized about her while I lay in bed, masturbating. My mind had considered various scenarios whenever I did fantasize, but surely, this scenario, coming as it did so unexpectedly, took the cake.

I cleared my throat, deciding to go for the kill. I wasn't probably going to get a better chance than the one I had now to turn my fantasy into reality. Keeping my voice light and flippant, I said, "Maybe you could thank me today itself. You said you owed me!"

She glanced at me. "Anything, May. You name it you got it. Anything. You saved me from a veritably potential disaster."

I stole a glance at her, slowly dropping the speed so that we could get some extra time squeezed in before we could reach her apartment.


The Sexy SIL Ch. 02



It was almost a week later that I took a call from Radha on my cell. I was driving to the suburbs for a routine visit to a client of mine at about nine in the morning and so I accepted the call before verifying the number from where I was receiving it.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was she.

"This is a real surprise, Radha. I thought you would never call."

I heard her soft laugh. "Do you have time?"

"Say when," I replied.

"What if I say now?"

"Say where."

"The office."

I was silent. My god, she meant Dilip's office! 

"How come?" I enquired.

"Dilip had to go to the same place he had been to last time with his parents. This time, it's only for a day. He should be back tonight. He's taken half his staff with him and I have dismissed the other staff for the day by giving them some work, which they would require the entire day to finish. They would be going to their respective homes directly and report to the office only tomorrow. Satisfied?"

I laughed delightedly, already hanging a U-turn to head back to the city. "Where are you now?"

"At the office silly," she said.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes if the traffic doesn't delay me, okay?"

"Fine. I miss you, so hurry up. Also, I'm horny and can't wait for you to shove your cock inside me."

"Really?" On its own volition, my cock started to erect.

"Promise. I was so hot when I realized that we have this chance, I reckon my panties are already sopping wet and perhaps I May have to get rid of them for now," she replied softly.

"Don't," I told her. "By the way, what are you wearing today?"

"Like you said, you love to see me draped in those saris. Ever since, when I go out of the house, I try to wear them as much as possible."

"Don't undress before I am there," I warned her.

"You better hurry then. I'm really horny and feel like shoving my finger up my pussy already..."

I switched off the phone before she could talk anymore and get me distracted.

By the time I had parked the car on the street adjacent to the street on which the office was situated, I had a raging hard on. You could say it was more in anticipation though it was also true that I missed her a hell of a lot. 

A week is a hell of a long time to be away from such a woman. All we had to do after that quickie we had at the apartment was grope each other in the back seat of the car when she had given me a lift to the city. The driver was there, and so was her daughter who had insisted she wanted to sit up front. It had been rather dark and we could not take the risk of doing anything else. She was wearing a sari and had masturbated my cock in the dark of the back seat, leaning forward to rest her chin on her arm along the front seat's backrest, talking to her daughter. All I could do was to fondle and knead her blouse-covered breasts.

Another time, we had kissed deeply and passionately for as long as it had taken the elevator to reach the seventh floor to my apartment. She had sucked desperately on my tongue then, commenting later, as we made out way across the passage to my apartment where Sunita was waiting for us, that she wished it would have been my cock and not just my tongue that she was sucking on.

Another time, when she had come to lunch at my place, she was washing her hands in the washbasin. Sunita was still pecking away at her food. I had finished just at the time that Radha had and had followed her to the washbasin, which is located in a recessed passage away from the dining room. She was leaning down, washing her hands, and quickly, I had pressed the front of my body against her back, cupping her breasts from behind. That had lasted for maybe half a minute. 

I walked quickly past the street and was soon in the elevator, pushing the button with a trembling hand. The office was one among the dozen or so offices and showrooms situated in the commercial building. On either side of Dilip's office were showrooms for Audio & Video players and the din they made was unbearable. Which explained why Dilip's office had foot-thick walls all around and these were coated with rubber padding and a compound that assisted in keeping out the noise.

The door to the office was open and she was waiting for me, seated on her husband's chair behind the medium sized table. 

"Hi, sexy," I said as she rose quickly to walk to the door to close and lock it. The noises outside were reduced to bare whispers.

The office was about thirty-by-forty with a door at one end leading to a small kitchenette-cum-dining room. Another door led to a bathroom.

There were a lot of large french doors, one of them leading to a balcony. She had already covered the doors and the windows with the curtains and had switched on a few fluorescent lights for illumination.

Dilip's cabin, where she had been sitting, had that large glass front with an aluminium door. There were perhaps five modular cabins, each provided with a table and two chairs, one on each side with the inevitable PC monitors placed on top of the tables.  

A cabin similar to Dilip's but slightly smaller in size served as her office at the other end of the room. There was a hum of the air conditioner in the otherwise hushed office. 

I was standing a few feet away from the door, when she was locking it. Now, she turned and rushed into my arms, encircling hers around my neck and tilting her face to mine. I lowered my mouth to hers; she had already opened her mouth and when we kissed, her tongue rushed in. She pulled my head back by my hair and ran her tongue around my lips, then kissed me again, and her tongue penetrated my mouth so deeply that my entire body trembled. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her belly against my hard on and swaying, then grinding her belly side and across.

She was wearing a black sari with a matching blouse, the border of the sari draped across her chest to cover her breasts. 

She drew back and looked deep into my eyes.

"God, I missed you," she whispered.

I smiled, my hands wrapping around her waist. "Missed me or missed my cock?" I asked her.

She wrinkled her nose and then laughed. "If I didn't miss you, how could I miss your cock?"

"True," I conceded. "I missed you too, baby. Which means I missed your tits and pussy as well."

"Put your tongue in my mouth," she hissed, pulling my face toward her. 

I first tugged at the border of her sari till it fell off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing the V-necked blouse. The 'V' was pretty deep and the top of her large breasts peeked from above. Then, I leaned into her.

We kissed again and I once again shoved my tongue inside her mouth. Immediately, she started to suck and I brought my hands up between our bodies to take hold of her ample bloused breasts, kneading them gently.

She began to push me back till I had to yield and together we made our way inside Dilip's cabin, while we continued to kiss wetly, our tongues in a duel, saliva running back and forth into each other's mouths. 

My buttocks came up against the desk and she forced me backward with surprising strength, kissing me with passion. Raw lust, I thought, squeezing her breasts and pinching those nipples hidden behind the blouse and the bra. 

She slipped one hand down between our bodies to grab my hard on, similarly squeezing and cupping it.

She tore away her mouth again and looking at me with smoldering eyes, said huskily, "Lets get naked. It's been a long time since we did that."

She began to undrape her sari after straightening. I stood in front of her, shucking away my shirt and trousers in record time. It was as though we were in a race to see who would undress first. I beat her to it comfortably, since she had to deal with her petticoat as well. In fact, by the time she had divested herself of the sari and petticoat, I was already naked, my cock dangling in front of me.

Her eyes fastened on my hard on, she slipped off her panties, revealing her trimmed bush. She reached behind her to unhook her blouse and I stood there drinking in the sight of her breasts thrust out while she unhooked her blouse. Inside, she was wearing a black, lacy bra.

Have you ever experienced watching a voluptuous woman (which Radha was, I assure you) undressing when you are already stark naked? Especially, when the woman is in heat like she already was. I'm telling you, its extremely erotic. 

Her breasts were heaving with passion, there was smoke in her eyes and her lips were trembling when the bra came out. Out spilled those large breasts; the main objects of my fantasies, and from where I was standing, I could see that the nipples were erect; as erect as my cock. Naked now, we stood facing each other.

"I want you to fuck me. Now!" she commanded.

I looked around for a convenient place where we could do it. Just as I was thinking that the desk would be the ideal choice, she said, "On my husband's chair. Fuck me on my husband's chair."

I walked around the desk and pulled the chair away from it. It was a big overstuffed chair with equally big armrests. I lowered myself on it. 

She walked to me to me now and I was aware that she was shivering, and not just because of the full blast of the air conditioner. 

She knelt down in front of me on the plush carpet and seized my naked cock, leaning forward to blow on it. I pushed back her hair so that I could watch her take my dick slowly inside her mouth. She did not spend time licking around it; instead, she took me directly inside her mouth, stuffing it deep inside. She paused when it was completely inside her mouth, lodged in the constrictions of her throat.

Slowly she withdrew until it was outside her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She cupped my testicles and began to work seriously on it now, making me groan and arching towards her, my buttocks off the chair.

As she began to suck on me earnestly, I leaned forward, reaching down to get a hold of her swinging breasts, massaging the ample flesh there, pinching and rubbing her nipples. I shuddered when her hot tongue swept over my shaft and her lips tightened around it. She bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, a thumb and forefinger encircling the base of my prick.

"If you want to get fucked," I muttered hoarsely, "you better stop that. Or you will get my load right inside that mouth of yours."

She pulled away and rose, her eyes on my cock, now dripping with her saliva. Her pussy was directly in line with my face and still seated on Dilip's chair, I pulled her by her waist, burying my face between her legs.

She was wet all right and smelt musky. She was hot as well and pulled my head deeper towards her as I ran my tongue over the slit. Using the fingers of one hand to part that slit, I pushed a finger of the other hand inside the warmth of her pussy.

I heard her moan and she gasped as I licked her swollen clit, gently pushing in and pulling out my finger inside her pussy, imitating the actual act.

"Oh my god," she wailed, her back arching forward and then she abruptly stepped away, turning around to present her back to me. "I need that cock inside my cunt!" 

With me sitting on the chair with my legs wide apart, she sat to one side on my lap. She hooked her right leg over the arm of the chair. Almost weeping with ecstasy, she reached down between her legs to grab my cock. I slapped away her hand and grasped my cock, rubbing its tip across her pussy lips.

"My god, my god, May, just shove that thing inside me! Fuck me now, fuck me, please," she cried out.

I licked her bare neck and she reached down to spread her pussy lips apart.

"There, I'm open now, please, put it inside," she gasped. She was lying across the front of my body, her right leg splayed out over the arm of the chair. I needn't have used my fingers to spread her lips apart; the position we were in ensured that they were already open. Turning to face her and rubbing my cock over the slit for one final time, I slowly entered her. My cock slid inside smoothly without any difficulty. "Ahhhhh! God, it feels so good! Fuck me now, honey, fuck me!" she cried.

She began to move and wriggled her body repeatedly against mine. I groaned when I felt my cock surrounded by the intense heat of her pussy. There was the rhythmic squishy sound and the slap of flesh against flesh as she began to move wildly, sending my cock in and out of her. She encircled my neck with her right hand while I caressed her right hip and thigh with my own right hand. 

Our hands were free and as I watched her breasts jiggling when she rocked up and down over me, I lowered my face to take as much of her right breast inside my mouth as was possible, my tongue swiping and lashing the nipple.

I slid my hand up her creamy thigh until my fingers were at her inflamed clit.

"Oh my god," she gasped when I began rubbing her clit in circles. "Oh yes, yes, do that, it feels so good, oh god, your cock feels so good inside me!"

She put her left hand down to press my hand deeper towards her clit, bouncing up and down. Her hair was all over her face and I swept them back to reveal the contorted expressions. Her mouth was open and she breathed heavily as I slid my mouth across to her other breast, licking and sucking it.

Her movements suddenly slowed down and her body became rigid.

"Ohhhh, yessss, yes, god, I'm coming, commmmiiii..."

Her body jerked convulsively, her head went back till she was now staring at the ceiling, an unbelievable expression now in place.

I moved against her, plunging my cock deeper inside her hot pussy. The chair moved back from the table, but I continued to move.

Pulling my lips off her nipple, I said, "Once more, baby? You want another come?"

"Oh yes, yes, more, one more time, please!"

"You want one more good, nice and nasty little come, huh?" I muttered, moving so hard that I was literally bouncing her on my lap. "You want your juices to shoot out of your pussy? Want this rod to keep giving it to you till your eyes go inside your head?"

She pulled my head back towards her breasts with a moan. I buried my face between her breasts, licking the cavern there till my saliva was dribbling down over her belly.

I hadn't stopped fondling her clit. Now, I began to pinch it, and then slid my fingers up and down the swollen clit, till I could manage to push the fingertip inside the opening of her pussy along with my prick.

"Oh yes, oh my god, that feels so horny, so good, oh yes, fuck me like that, fuck, fuck me!"

Squeezing her breast hard while I licked the cleavage, I hammered against her, thrusting more powerfully into her, and this time she didn't take so long to come.

"Ugghhh, aahhhh, ooohh, my god, I-I-t-t I-is n-not p-possible, oh yes, oh my god, oh, oh, yessss..." she hissed and stammered, flooding my prick yet again with her juices. As she came, I thrust not just my prick, but also my finger along side it deep into her wet pussy.

I don't really know how I managed to hold out for such a long time. I was astonished myself at the performance. But, come to think of it, when you finally succeed in making your fantasy a reality and you already have sampled the wares, you eventually manage to achieve a greater degree of control. At least, that was what happened to me. Moreover, I was eager that I give her as much pleasure as possible and that had been playing all along at the back of my mind. Now that I had finally realized my dreams, I did not want to lose her.

Now, as she collapsed on my lap, my hands still kneading her breasts, I watched the flaring of her nostrils and the way that her eyes rolled back and I thought she had fainted.

She hadn't. It was only that it was an intense orgasm, so intense that perhaps she hadn't experienced anything like this for a long time.

I allowed her to flop onto me, letting my cock remain inside her. It was still hard of course. I had still to come, and for a long time neither one of us moved. I suppose she was wallowing in the luxury of having a still hard cock inside her after she had climaxed to her heart's content.

"Oh my god, May," she sighed wistfully, tilting her head to me, letting me fondle her breasts. "How do you do that? It's incredible! I have never been fucked like this before."

"Never?" I smiled down at her radiant face.

"Except the last time at the apartment. By you! And on a chair like this? No way!"

"You mean you never tried this before with your husband?" I asked curious to know. I had never done this before either. 

"Well, in the beginning, her tried it once. That was a year after we got married. He came all over the chair before he could shove it inside of me. How do you manage it?"

"I don't know," I told her truthfully. "I suppose when you finally realize your fantasy has become true, you want to let it stay and not allow it to go away."

She pulled me by the back of my head for a kiss. Once again, she penetrated her tongue inside my mouth and I gently sucked on it. 

Equally gently, she slid her body back to release my dick from her pussy. I knew that it would be dripping with her juices and my pre cum. 

I groaned when she seized it in her fist.

"Don't you want to come in my pussy?" she asked after drawing back.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across her cheek and then over her ear. "Would you let me?"

She considered for some time. 

"You know, May, Dilip and me can't have a baby any more. You are aware of that. I think I'll get on to pills and maybe then you can come in my cunt. I don't want you to plant your seed inside me."

She was playing with my dick and I thought my erection would last as long as I would want it to. Such was my condition at present. 

"So how do you and Dilip do it?" I asked.

She sighed wistfully. "If, and when we decide to fuck, he wears a condom. Not that it helps. He usually comes within five to ten strokes and I've to be content with his fingers bringing me off."

I was still kneading her breasts. "Poor baby."

"You want to fuck my tits again?" she asked, jerking on my cock playfully, a sly look on her face.

"Do you like that?" I asked her curiously.

"I already told you that it's my favorite thing. Don't ask me why. I really don't know. It's a kind of a fetish, I suppose and I just love the feel of cock sliding between my tits and the feel of the splash of cum there and on my face."

"Since when did this fantasies occur to you?" I asked her, holding her breasts in my hands as if I wanted to weigh those amazing melons.

She screwed her eyes in deep thought. "You know Mina, my best friend?"

"The one who had come to the party on the day your bra strap let you down? Yes, I know of her. She had looked after the crowd when we went to the apartment to change your bra, right?"

She giggled, gently masturbating my wet, erect cock. "Yes, that's her. Though she is a couple of years older than I am, we have always hit it off from the time we met as kids. Well, her husband works in the US and comes down here about twice or thrice every year. It was just luck that he happened to be here during the party that day. H-he gets all those kinky magazines and some other stuff. Mina would lend them to me. There was this one that showed breast sex. Mostly tit-fucking. I reckon I got hooked on to it from the time I laid my eyes on that stuff. It made me feel all gooey inside." 

"What other kind of kinky stuff?" I asked, my curiosity increasing.

"Do you want to sit there with that erect rod and talk about that stuff?" she asked mischievously wanking my cock just that bit faster.

I laughed, rolling my fingers over her nipples.

"I was asking you if you want to fuck my tits?" she asked again. "I really love it, period. I also like it when..." her voice trailed off and if it was possible to blush in this situation, she did. 

"Yes?" I egged her on, caressing her nipples.




The Sexy SIL Ch. 02



"N-nothing, I guess."

"Oh c'mon, Radha. No secrets from each other. This isn't like we are in love, I think we should be clear about that." 

It was some sort of a first for me. Here I was, a naked and voluptuous woman whom I had fucked to orgasm thrice in a row lying on my top, my dick still to erupt its juices and I was chatting with her, not caring for my own climax!

"Okay," she replied, leaning forward to sweep her tongue across my lips. "Just don't think I'm gross. When you fuck my tits you know I like it when the cock head goes in and out of my mouth and I'm able to suck it. You also know that I love cum all over my face and body – don't ask me why, I already told you. I would like to try out one thing..."

"C'mon, out with it, woman. Like I said: there are no secrets in a relationship such as ours."

"Would you let my hair lie by the side of you cock when you fuck my tits?"

I was taken aback and I guess it showed on my face. This was one hell of a fetish. But like I said, it takes all kinds to make this world. Besides, who was to know how it was going to feel like? Maybe she would get me addicted to a few of her fetishes.

The many times that I have made love to Sunita's breasts was largely thanks to Radha. Or rather, the fact that a drunk Dilip had revealed his wife's fetish to me upon which I had acted upon. I wondered quite often if I would have ended being a breast-lover if I hadn't heard Dilip talk to me that day.

As it turned out, my wife too got the idea that I loved having my prick slide between her breasts. And though our positions in doing that were rather restricted, eventually, I was getting what I wanted from Sunita. 

Now I was getting it with Radha herself and if that were not a bonus, I'd end up looking the gift horse in its mouth. Or its ass!

"Why not?" I told her with a smile. Her face lit up and she said, "So get up from the chair. I'm going to sit on it and I want you to fuck my tits when I have my hair between them."

After she got off my lap, I rose, feeling rather weary. Try doing what I had done so far and when you are of as old as I am and you will know just how sapped you will be. As soon as I got off the chair, she slid into it, sitting on the edge. She leaned forward and taking hold of my cock she sort of pulled me to her. Her breasts were tantalizingly close to my dick. She rubbed the tip across her oversized nipples.

Then, she pulled her hair over her breasts, twirling them till they resembled a pair of pleats and carefully arranged them between her breasts.

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Now, May. Put your cock between them."

It looked strange I'll admit it. Those thick luxurious hair, hanging limply between her glorious breasts; I hadn't seen anything like this before. 

I slid my erect prick between her breasts and she pushed them together to trap it there. It was very erotic believe me. Now, in addition to the feel of the soft flesh of her breasts, I also had the luxury of the feel of the thick hair. 

I reached to her pleats and undid them so that her hair was scattered. "That would be better," I gasped.

It was. As I began to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, I felt her hair caress my prick. She bent her head to watch.

"Hold my tits together," she breathed huskily.

I slid my hands down her shoulders and grabbed her breasts, pressing them against each other. She reached for her hair and tried to tie two separate layers of them across the base of my shaft.

"Faster, May, fuck them faster!"

With her trying to tie the hair to my prick, it was difficult to establish the fast and furious rhythm that had so far used in these situations. Realizing that it was impossible to do what she was trying to achieve, she let go of the effort and encircled her arms over my buttocks, pulling me closer, urging me on.

The feel of her sweaty breasts and the silk of her hair on my prick, I wallowed in the sensation, sending my shaft up and down between her breasts; sometimes, diagonally across the cleavage.

"Think you can manage to get your knees on the chair? I'd be more comfortable if I can lean my back on the chair," she murmured huskily.

We had to pause as I climbed on the chair. She slid back to accommodate me on the chair. I thrust my knees between the arms of the chair and it's base, my hips on either side of her body.

She leaned back on the chair and wrapped her long legs around my buttocks, reaching for my prick to wedge it between her breasts.

"Now," she breathed, "fuck them!"

I established the rhythm within the first two strokes. She still had her hair draped over the inside of her breasts and she now bent her head down so I could send my prick coursing through her cleavage up to her open mouth. I couldn't get to watch it, but that familiar and sexy sensation came flooding again. The addition of her hair fuelled the sensations as I began to repeatedly thrust my prick in and out of the tunnel created between her breasts, deeper than it would be now that I had pushed them together.

"Oh my god, Radha," I grunted, "This is heaven! Oh shit, I wish I keep fucking your tits till I die like this, oh yes, that's it baby, move your body, like that, baby, yes, yes! More, more, oh Jeeze, this is great"

"Give me more, lover boy, give my tits more! You like that part about the hair?"

"Oh shit, yes, it feels so good, so good! I wish I keep fucking your tits and never come!"

"Come now, darling, let that juice splat all over my tits! It doesn't matter now, baby! We can always keep doing this, oh my god, aahhhh, oh yes, faster, faster! Play with my nipples, ah yes, pinch them, oh my god, yes!"

I felt it rising through my scrotum and flooding within my prick and so did she. She began to move her chest, wriggling against me, sucking on the tip of my shaft furiously, her mouth working wonders.

"Ugghhh, Ohhhhh, yes, yes, baby, here I come," I announced. She leaned back and looked up at me. I could see my prick sliding through her breasts. I eased the pressure on her breasts slightly so that they parted and I could see my hair-covered prick shoving to and fro between the mounds.

The pressure increased within my scrotum. I had to grit my teeth together, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. And then, howling loudly, I let myself go.

It is said that when you have an orgasm, you temporarily faint. I felt like I had died when my juices shot from the tip of my prick and landed on her chin. She quickly dipped forward and seized the tip in her mouth to receive the second blast before releasing it and allowing it to lie where it had been all this time: between her breasts. 

I gasped and shuddered and wailed, emptying myself there, watching the thick juices collecting in a puddle at the top of her breasts. She watched too till I was empty.

I watched her through glazed eyes as she slowly swept her fingers over the juice and lazily sucked on the semen-coated fingers.

As I had said before: this lady was something else.

******

I was still lying on the chair, sprawled out with my legs wide apart as I watched her, stark naked, walking to the bathroom.

"I'm still not finished," she had told me, looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a sultry smile on her lips. 

"Oh, really?"

"Oh, really," she mimicked me. "We have the entire range of the Kamasutra to execute."

"If you intend to achieve even a tenth of that range, you will probably kill me," I laughed.

"Don't be silly. We can at least start from today."

With the semen still dribbling from her breasts on to her belly, she looked almost wanton.

As she disappeared in the bathroom, I reached for my leather pouch and extracted the packet of cigarettes I kept in it. I always carry my pouch with me. It had five zipped compartments, enough for me to store the paraphernalia that consisted of cigarettes, the documents for the car, address book, pens and pencils and what have you. 

As I pulled the cigarettes out, I suddenly remembered that I had stored a CD in the rear compartment to return it to the library from which I had borrowed it a week ago. You got it right there! It was an X-rated movie with multiple-sex as its theme.

I vividly recalled that the first forty minutes had a couple of females with a man and the rest of the forty minutes had a couple of males with a black girl. As was inevitable with most porno tapes, this one neither had a story line nor any semblance of one. Less than a minute into it and the action started.

As I lit the cigarette, I pulled out the CD and examined the elaborate cover. Most of you might have come across such CD's: the covers usually depict the hottest scenes in the film quite vividly. 

So do the scenes depicted in the inside covers and the back cover. As I examined them, I could almost see the film all over again. (Come to think of it, I had watched this film almost half a dozen times).

"What's that?"

I was startled when I heard her voice behind me. I could hear the shower still running and I had presumed that she was still in the bathroom.

I shot a look at her, making no attempt to hide or push back the CD back into my leather pouch. Why should I? I'm a pretty normal, though oversexed, heterosexual guy and I don't see why I can't watch sex movies. 

She was rubbing her body with a white towel. Pools of water poured off her curves and she was unconcerned about most of it landing on the plush carpet. Wet, she looked undoubtedly, very sexy and desirable.

She leaned forward and took the CD from my hand. I calmly continued to smoke and watch her breasts. They never ceased to amaze me. No sag whatsoever, they defied gravity in spite of the large size.

"Why," she exclaimed, looking at the covers, still rubbing the towel over her shoulders. "This is a fuck movie, isn't it?"

Well said, I thought, bemused at the blunt use of the words to describe the CD. My wife still calls them either 'adult films' or 'pornography'.

I nodded, acknowledging her deduction, crushing out the cigarette in the huge brass ashtray lying at the corner of the desk.

"Jeeze, you watch them?" she asked.

I nodded again.

"You watch them alone?"

"Sunita doesn't like to watch them, so yes, I watch it them alone."

She paused, staring at the vivid cover photos and blushed. It was innocuous, I thought, so out of context for her to blush. 

"I never watched such films," she told me.

I nodded again.

"I always wanted to watch at least one such film."

Join the club, I wanted to say, but instead, looked into her eyes. "Why?" I asked.

"Why do you watch them?" she countered.

"Initially, it was curiosity. Later, it was more to try and learn a few tricks. Lately, I watch them since they act as aphrodisiacs."

"Meaning you get a hard on watching them?"

"Hey, c'mon. I'm human. If I didn't, I would well be a goddamned eunuch."

She tapped the edge of the CD thoughtfully on her cheek, looking at me, that strange, hungry look back in her eyes.

"Would you mind if I watch this?" she asked finally. Which is what I wanted to hear. 

"Now?" I asked her.

"Now," she replied.

"Here?" I continued.

"Here," she nodded.

"The film may be a bit too graphic," I warned.

She perked up at that. "In what sense?" she enquired.

"Well I cleared my throat, not sure how to put it to her. "It, it sort of shows multiple-sex. Like there's two chicks with one guy in the first part."

"Oh my god," she exclaimed. "I've seen photo galleries of that type before."

"Galleries are different. This is more like...like actually watching reality. There are real, real close zooms and, and..."

"And?" she arched her brows.

"There's also a bit of anal sex in that," I finished.

She blushed. "Well," she said after a long pause, "we won't know anything unless we watch, right?"

End of discussions. 

I looked around the office. There were a number of monitors on the desks and she noticed me looking around.

"I could roll that LCD monitor over there," she told me.

'Over there' was just in front of the sofa that had been placed in the sitting area between Dilip's cabin and the rest of the modular units placed alongside. In fact, there was a sofa and three leather chairs with a square centerpiece. 

She was looking at me eagerly.

I pushed myself off the chair and rose. "Okay, you set it up. I'll have a shower in the meantime."

******

We sat beside each other on the sofa, still naked with towels in our hands. The color monitor was of 21 inches and could be even hung on a nail in the wall. That's technology for you, I suppose, and I told her I'd prefer that it was closer to the sofa.

"I don't want anyone in the building to hear those sounds," I'd told her after she had insisted that she wanted to hear the dialogues.

"Baby," I had told her. "Believe me, there's no such thing as dialogues in this tape. It's just 'fuck me', 'fuck my pussy', 'shove that cock in my hole', 'lick it', 'suck my cock harder' and stuff like that besides a lot of moaning, shrieking, wailing, grunting and groaning."

"I still want to hear all of that," she had said.

And so I had asked her to pull the trolley up closer to the sofa where we were sitting, separated by perhaps a foot or so; still within proximity of each other.

The titles were superimposed on moaning and groaning actors as they clutched and shoved against each other. I heard the sharp intake of her breath as she got the view of the two naked girls sucking on the stud's huge cock.

And then, part one of the two parts began.

My penis was still flaccid: even after having imagined myself watching the film with a naked, turned-on and a voluptuous Radha. I suppose it was understandable given that she had given me one of the biggest climaxes I ever had in recent times. 

The camera followed a semi-naked brunette, clad in black stockings, walking across a large room. The girl turned to the camera, smiled sultrily and showed a steel vibrator. Up front, her breasts hung out of her one-piece dress. They were sort of pushed up by the dress, a black strap running across and between them.

There were three steps in the center of the hall that would carry her to the main room and she now sat on one of them, spreading her legs and showing us that she wore no panties.

She brought the vibrator to her mouth, sucking on it while she explored her clean-shaven pussy with her free hand. The camera zoomed alternately to the vibrator and then inside the pink folds of her pussy, which she was rubbing with her fingers.

All too soon, as if the director didn't want to waste any film on the formalities, the girl brought the steel cylinder to her pussy and rubbed it back and forth along the lips.

Even as I watched the film, I could see the effect it was having on Radha from the corner of my eye. She had turned pink and I knew it wasn't from embarrassment but more out of excitement. That barrier had been broken a long time ago. But if you get to watch someone watching an X-rated film for the first time, you will get the general idea of what happens to him or her. In short, the effect is pretty catastrophic.

The girl twisted the base of the vibrator after sinking it deep inside her pussy and the music soared to accompany her loud moan. With one hand twisting the nipples of her rather generous breasts (I found myself comparing the girl's breasts with Radha's, and concluded that Radha came on tops) she manipulated the vibrator inside her pussy with the other hand. 

"Oh my god!" breathed Radha when the girl on the screen managed to lift her breasts to her mouth.

"Big deal," I snorted. "You could do that easily, I guess."

She shot a glance at me and then at my semi-flaccid cock, which was slowly getting more and more rigid. She didn't comment and went back to watching the film.

The camera now panned to show a blonde lying on the floor just behind the brunette. This girl had a similar vibrator, though her smallish breasts were encased in a tight t-shirt. Her skirt was wrapped around the thighs and she too began to insert the vibrator inside her pussy even as she moaned and cried out.

With one of those rather stupid smiles that porn actors give when they look at the camera, the brunette began to slide backwards, over the remaining step until she was lying at the blonde's feet. 

She looked up at the blonde, who now spread her legs wide apart. The brunette turned over on to her belly and crawled forward till her face was lying smack on top of the blonde's pussy.

So much for the build-up, I thought. I heard Radha gasp and noticed that she had brought her legs together, locking them in a vice. Her hands were clenched to her hips and she began to move one leg to and fro in the unmistakable sign of self-stimulation.  

When the two girls on the screen now locked their mouths together and then began to lick each other's tongues, the camera panned further to now include a guy sitting on a chair behind the girls, stroking his massive, erect cock. 

This time, a small moan escaped Radha's lips and I could clearly see that her chest had begun to heave. 

The brunette slid back to lick the blonde's breasts while her fingers began to rub her pussy. The vibrators lay on the floor, forgotten. Now, the man rose from the chair and suddenly his massive cock was poking the blonde's cheek.

"Suck my cock," he said.

The brunette smiled and the blonde, looking into the camera, slid his glans inside her mouth. The man grabbed her by the back of her head and thrust his hips forward, burying his dick completely in her mouth, making her gag. He drew back and the blonde coughed and spluttered, licking the top of his glistening shaft. 

Not to be undone, the brunette began to lick his shaft from the bottom and soon, the two girls were trying to kiss each other on their mouths with his shaft between their lips.

"Oh god!" Radha murmured and glanced at me. She gasped involuntarily, I suppose, because on its own volition, one of my hands was wrapped around my now stiff dick, caressing the hot cylinder of flesh.

I ignored her, pretending not to be concerned and as if she hadn't noticed and went back to slowly masturbate.

Her eyes swiveled from my hard on to the screen where the blonde had now stuck that huge cock at the back of her throat, sucking on it while her girl friend sucked on the testicles. 

And then, hesitantly, Radha opened her legs, spreading her thighs wide apart. She brought one hand down between her legs and I could clearly see her rubbing her pussy lips. Tentatively, she reached for her breast with her other hand, beginning to fondle it.

Jeeze, I thought, blood rushing to my prick. Here I was, completely naked, sitting beside an equally completely naked hot woman, stroking my hard on while she fingered herself. 

Very few guys would be as lucky as I. Particularly because this naked woman was my sister, the object of my fantasy. This big, voluptuous, sexy woman! Actually doing herself while watching me masturbate and then watching the screen as the man pushed his oversized prick into the kneeling brunette's pussy from behind and the girl in turn began to lick the blonde's pussy.

I knew what was to follow on the screen. I also knew that this was the first time she was watching one man and two women together on a video. I had been slightly surprised that there hadn't been a visible enough reaction from Radha when the two girls had initially sucked and licked each other. But after the entry of the stud, Radha had evidently heated up to a point that was quite outside her control. 

Now she slid across the sofa to get closer to me. Her thigh touched mine and she dropped her hand from her breast onto my knee.

"You do that so roughly," she breathed, staring at my hand clenched around my prick.

I grunted. "That's the way I always did it. You don't push the finger inside your cunt?"




The Sexy SIL Ch. 02



"Not straightaway," she breathed, still rubbing the slit and fondling her clit. "This is my part of the build-up, I guess. Does that kind of thing really happen?" she asked nodding towards the screen.

I cupped my scrotum, slowly increasing the pace of the rhythm I had established.

"To my knowledge, I haven't really seen anything of this kind in real," I admitted. "But if I were to believe some of my net friends, this is pretty common in the West."

"Oh my god!" she wailed.

The threesome on the screen had by now become quite noisy. 

"Fuck that pussy! Shove your cock inside her pussy," the blonde girl shouted.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh yes, fuck, fuck me," the brunette girl cried out.

The man laughed and began to chant: "Take this, honey, take this, and this and this!"

About twenty minutes into the CD, the girls were in a sixty-nine and the guy had his cock slamming into the blonde's pussy. The brunette lying under her friend alternately sucked on his cock, which he occasionally pulled out and offered to her, and then she licked on the blonde's pussy. 

"Oh god!" this was from Radha and I watched her body convulse. This time, I noticed that she had buried her forefinger deep inside her pussy. She began to move the finger in and out of the opening as she rubbed and played with her stiff clit.

We masturbated ourselves as we watched the circus on the screen. I suppose that if you have watched such films, you know what eventually does happen. The guy comes all over the girls' faces. This film was no different because the stud after asking the brunette if she wanted his cock "to fuck your tits, baby" proceeded to do exactly that; and then, after pulling away from her breasts, he began to jerk on his cock furiously. The girls, on their knees, crawled up to him. They waited in anticipation, occasionally leaning forward to suck on his cock head till he howled out that he was coming.

Eagerly, the girls tilted their faces to him and he came in great bursts over their faces and breasts.

I had the remote in hand and I had decided that the first part would do for today. She didn't mind it when I switched off the CD. I flipped the remote onto the sofa and went back to seriously masturbate my prick, watching her shoving two fingers now, in and out of her pussy.

"Do it harder!" she cried out.

Her eyes were riveted on my prick. 

My fist was now a blur as I masturbated faster and faster.

"Fuck your cunt faster," I told her. "Hold those cunt-lips apart with the fingers of your other hand! Yeah, like that, now fuck your fingers faster, oh yes, oh yes!"

"Are you coming?" she gasped.

"I think I'm almost there," I replied huskily.

"Can you wait until I come? I want to watch up close."

"I'll try, baby. Now fuck your cunt harder, yeah, do it faster, deeper, now, yes, yes, can you put another finger inside?"

She actually did! Blindly, and without interrupting the rhythm, she shoved the little finger alongside the other two and she was now using three fingers to get herself off! Boy, this was amazing!

"Ugghhh, aargghhh, oh, ah, aahhhh, oh, May, I'm...I...I a-am...I'm cumming..."

Her body twitched and wiggled on the sofa. She leaned back on the leather and brought her legs up in the air. She stretched them further apart and trembled all over as she went into a series of spasms that indicated her orgasm.

I slowed down the up and down movements of my hand as I watched her closely till she had collapsed, completely drained and breathing hard, her eyes tightly screwed shut. 

Have you ever seen a woman doing herself from so close that you could almost smell her? Have you ever seen the way her body stiffens, the way those legs stretch and the way the toes curl away when the orgasm overtakes her?

Well, I hadn't. Up to this point in my life. It was sensational, so much so, that I had to completely stop all movements of my fist on my own shaft in the fear that I would explode.

It took her all of two minutes to get back to her senses. When she did, she looked up at me, rather coyly.

"I've never fucked myself in front of any guy in my life," she told me. Which, I thought may quite have been another way of saying that she perhaps had done it in front of another woman. 

"Neither have I," I answered honestly. "I haven't seen a woman fuck herself either."

She got off the sofa and stumbled to the floor, going down on her knees in front and between my thighs, which I had spread out. I was still masturbating albeit slower than before, without realizing it of course since I had been so intent on watching her come.

She grasped my knees and pulled herself closer to me.

"Now, you," she breathed huskily. "Fuck your cock with your fist. I want to watch you come."

Looking at her heaving breasts, her dreamy eyes and her voluptuous body, I began to increase the to and fro movements of my hand. I didn't jerk my shaft by grasping it in my fist; rather, I used all my fingers to hold the swollen crown. 

"I want to see the tip of your cock," she protested, leaning forward, her hair soft on my knees.

"I do it like this," I gasped. "When I shoot, I'll pull my hand away, okay? In that way you can watch the juices shoot out from the tip."

She nodded and continued to watch with something akin to awe in her eyes. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you do that so hard!"

"You already said that before."

She watched in silence for some time. Then, "Are you dry there?"

"Why do you ask?" I questioned her.

"I don't see a lot of pre cum; besides, don't you think it's taking awfully long?" There was a mischievous look on her face.

"Look, honey. You know how you drained me out a while ago? It is natural that it takes quite some time before it shoots."

"Not if I can maybe help a bit," she answered, leaning forward and bending down. She slapped my hand away and took my prick in her warm mouth, all the way to the hilt till her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"Ugghhh!" I groaned, allowing my hands to fall limply to my sides on to the arm of the sofa.

I felt an abundance of her saliva surrounding my dick, and then, she began to bob her head up and down, sucking me with all she had.

Just as I began to buck my hips up and down to thrust my prick in and out of her mouth, she pulled away, releasing my prick with an audible plop.

"No way, mister. I said I wanted to watch."

A thick viscous strand of her saliva connected her mouth and my prick. I collected it in my palm and spread it over the shaft, now redoubling my efforts, pulling and pushing the flesh up and down, manipulating it from one side to the other.

"Play with your tits for me," I muttered hoarsely. 

"You want me to do what that dark-haired girl did in that film? Suck on my own tits?" she asked.

I nodded, feeling a rush of blood coarse its way through my scrotum and up my dick.

She rocked back on her knees and pushed her breasts upwards with her hands. She bent her head down and hey presto; her tongue was sweeping over the vast expanse of her breasts. Then, she was nibbling at her oversized nipples, chewing on them, all the while, her eyes looking at my fist pumping faster and faster on my throbbing dick.

I felt it beginning to rise from the base of my shaft, up and up, my prick expanding in my cupped fingers. My buttocks lifted off the sofa and I heard myself groaning.

"Oh shit, baby, oh shit, I'm there, honey, I'm going to shoot, my cock is going to explode!"

She continued to suckle her breasts, kneading them with her hands.

"UHHHHH, ah, aahhhh, yes, yes, baby, here it comes!"

She abruptly let go of her breasts and watched the blur of my pumping fist as I rearranged my fingers, letting them slide down my prick to grab the shaft.

When the first jet of my semen spurted out, she arched her back, thrusting her chest towards me. The angle of my shaft wasn't aligned with her breasts; instead, it was slightly lined upwards so that the first burst landed smack on her face that she had tilted to me.

She rose off her knees and cupped her breasts, bringing them in line with my shooting prick. The second, third and fourth spurts landed on her breasts and she swayed from side to side to take the come on both her breasts.

"My god!" she said, "this is incredible!" 

My body bucked and shuddered as I emptied myself over her breasts. She snuggled closer to me, shuffling on her knees till the tip of my cock brushed against the soft flesh of her breasts. 

When she took my prick in her mouth and began to suck on it earnestly, I croaked, "Not fair, not fair! You didn't let me suck on your cunt when you came."

She ignored me, tightening her lips on my shaft and drawing it deeper into her mouth, milking the rest of my come in her hungry, voracious cavity.

I flopped back on the sofa, gasping for my breath when she finally released my prick from her mouth. 

"My god," she said, her tongue sweeping over her breasts to lick off my juices. She looked up at me, collecting the semen off her body with her fingers. "You come awesome and then some!" She sucked and licked her fingers noisily. It didn't at all seem obscene the way it does in the films; if at all, the gesture seemed almost loving and erotic. 

I pulled her fingers out of her mouth and leaned down to plant an open-mouthed kiss on her swollen lips. She readily accepted my tongue in her mouth, sucking on it before using her tongue to fight back to get it in my mouth.

I sighed when I pulled away. 

"I don't know about you, baby," I told her wearily. "It's almost one and I'm sure hungry. And if I don't get to eat anything, I'm sure as hell going to pass away into oblivion!"

****** 

In fact, it was exactly one in the afternoon when we entered the relatively deserted restaurant situated at the corner of the street that was parallel to the street on which Dilip's office was located. We found a quiet place in the far corner, away from a bunch of executives, noisily having their lunch.

"Let me order lasagna for us. They do it real good and its quite heavy enough to see us through the evening," she informed me. I nodded.

Before that, she ordered asparagus soup with a dash of mushrooms. "It's a specialty here. Really delicious." 

After the waiter brought the soup and before we were even halfway through it, she whispered, "You know something, May? I just can't get that fuck film out of my mind."

I hastily looked around to see if anybody was within earshot. She laughed.

"Relax. No one is going to listen to us. They can't. They are too far off and besides, they are busy with their conversations, right?"

I nodded my agreement, shoving another spoonful of the delicious soup into my mouth.

"As a I was saying, May. Imagine another woman with me and the three of us doing what those actors did in that film."

I almost choked on the soup.

"What in hell are you talking about?" I told her. "As it is, we are playing this out pretty dangerously. Imagine if somebody gets wind of this, and we are screwed. To let in another woman is like committing hara-kiri!"

She smiled in that mysterious way that a woman does when she's got something up her sleeve. Women usually almost always have something up their sleeves, I suppose.

"What if the woman is married, wants to keep it a secret more than we do and is willing?"

Despite of the explosive orgasms I'd just have had in less than four hours, I found my dick stirring inside my trousers. To have two women with me, especially when one of them was this very voluptuous and sexy lady, would be like a dream come true.

"And who were you thinking of?" I asked her, aware that my heart was hammering wildly.

"Remember I told you about my best friend who attended that party recently?"

"The one who lends her naughty magazines to you?" I smiled. "Mina, right?"

"Right," she replied, a smile on her face.

I recalled Mina. A vision of a fairly plump woman, about the same height as Radha, hair styled in pageboy cut, quite attractive, sprang into my mind. 

I pushed away the empty bowl of soup and shook my head. "It's too dangerous, Radha. At least for now. She's not one in the family and maybe she's your best friend. I have my own reservations."

She pouted. "Mina and her husband maintain a farmhouse just off the bypass highway and they come down from Mumbai once a month to spend a weekend. Almost seven times out of ten, she has to come by herself because her husband, being in the computer business, doesn't have the time. I have a key to the farmhouse and before they drop in, I sort of set up the farmhouse before their arrival."

I looked at her curiously. "Tell me something. Have you and Mina ever..." I let my voice trail away.

I swear she blushed and I didn't really need an answer to my question: it was there on her face, plainly visible. But I wanted her to say it.

"Well?" I persisted.

She tried to look away from me.

"Remember, no secrets," I reminded her, aware that I sounded pushy and demanding.

She gave me a quick affirmative nod and then lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as the waiter brought the lasagna and took away the soup bowls.

When the waiter walked away, she whispered, "It started a long time ago. Before I was married, and has happened on a very few occasions since then."

I felt the familiar pressure between my legs, aware of the erection inside my trousers. I imagined the two of them doing it with each other, naked and perspiring, and wondered just how far they were into it. Did they use vibrators? Or were they just content in using their fingers and mouths? Did they practice the sixty-nine, sucking and licking each other's pussies? I suddenly realized why she hadn't been surprised or aroused when she had seen the two girls on the screen doing each other in the film we had watched an hour ago.

"Well, that's as honest as one can get," I told her, forking some of the delicious lasagna into my mouth.

"It's not as if I'm a lesbian," she said defensively.

I had to laugh. "Hey honey, who said that? If you were a les, I'm the queen of England!"

She smiled, dropping her lashes seductively.

"What do the two of you do?" I asked unable to quell my curiosity.

"I'll give you the details later, okay?" she replied. "Right now, I'm pretty desperate to have another woman join us. I'm sure that would be great for both of us. You have any suggestions?"

I hesitated, chewing thoughtfully. In the past, I have masturbated frequently (especially since my wife wasn't as crazy about sex as I am) conjuring up various scenarios in my depraved mind. Oftentimes, as I have already admitted, Radha was the prime factor here. But there have been times when I have used images of other women as well. Lately, next to Radha, I had used images and thoughts about another woman, and she too was another co-sister.

Let me explain this complex relationship. My father has a younger brother named Pramod. He has a son and a daughter. Effectively, this means that they are my wife's first cousins. The son, Suresh is married to a petite lady, Swati. The daughter, Manisha, is married to my favorite co-brother-in-law, Prashant. 

That means that both Swati and Manisha are my sisters. I admit that just before I married Sunita, and a while after that, Manisha had been in my fantasy dreams; but a few years later after Manisha got married to Prashant, she figured less and less in the fantasies. However, the one who was lately into my masturbatory fantasies next to Radha was Swati.

Swati is quite the opposite of Radha. Where Radha was tall and strong, Swati was on the shorter side, maybe about five-three and around a hundred and ten pounds. Come to think of it, she was built more along the lines of my wife than Radha. 

She was very fair and had long, slightly brown silky hair that fell down to her just below her shoulders: in fact, midway between her dainty shoulders and her small waist. Her face was a perfect oval, her eyes had a tinge of blue and her nose was small, thin and straight. She had a full mouth, with natural pink lips.

I cleared my throat as Radha looked at me, rather amused, now that she had asked me my suggestion.

"First off," I said, "are you sure you want to involve another player between us?"

"I already told you that. Yes. I desperately want to."

I pretended to give her answer a deep thought. "I won't say that I'm not excited about this. I would be lying if I did. I'm quite a sex maniac myself: the guy with the perpetual hard on."

She laughed throatily, pushing her knees against my thighs and rolling her eyes at me.

"That, I know. You are, as a matter of fact, a male reflection of me."

I considered her reply and agreed spontaneously. When it came down to the actual business of experimentation, she was way ahead of my wife, the only other woman in my life with whom I had actually had sex with all the way, not considering the groping and necking sessions with a couple of other girls in my life.

"I can tell that you have someone on your mind," she said impishly.

"Well, maybe. But it's a hard sell. I wouldn't know if she would agree to having sex with me, leave alone with the both of us at the same time."

"If you tell me who you have in mind, perhaps I could find a way. You know I can be quite irresistible and adamant when it gets down to fucking."

I couldn't agree more. She was a goddamned nympho if I were to go by with our exploits so far.

"Tell me who," she persisted eagerly.

"Wouldn't it be proper if she would be within the cluster of our family?" I asked, rather apprehensively.

Her eyebrows knitted together and she gazed at me questioningly. "So, who do you propose that to be?"

"Suppose," I began, and hesitated, clearing my throat again. I had polished off the lasagna and so had she.

Just then the waiter appeared to clear the dishes and Radha glanced at him, clearly irritated by the intrusion. I was thankful for it: it allowed me some time to consider my answer and the possible repercussions. 

We ordered orange juice – the largest they had and the waiter nodded before disappearing.

"You are keeping me on the hooks, May," she said.

"Well, I was thinking about Swati," I blurted out, thankful that I had got it off my shoulders.

She went still, staring at me and then dropping her eyes to the table between us. I wondered if she was surprised or just plain jealous that I fantasized about Swati just as I did with her.

"You got a thing for sisters?" she whispered.

I forced a laugh that sounded off key and hoarse.

"Wouldn't that be perfect?" I asked her flippantly. "Just imagine her to be a part of our tryst. She has perhaps more to lose than us if she ever tries to publicize the affair. She has two kids still to take care of."

She was silent. Then, "You ever included her in any of your jack off sessions?"

I nodded truthfully, and then hastened to add, "Not as much as you, of course. And that's a fact."

The damned waiter appeared with the juice and left again to get the check.

I took a sip of the juice: it was great and I was happy that there was so much of it in the glass.

"Problem is, baby," I continued, "I wouldn't even begin to know how to lure her. She's so standoffish, sometimes I wonder if she's frigid."

She smiled. "She isn't."

"How do you know that?"

"Like men-talk, we too have girl-talks off and on. We do discuss sometimes about our secrets."

"Oh my god, does Sunita figure in these discussions?"

She giggled. "That was one of the many other reasons I was attracted to you from the beginning. She had admitted once, way back, that there were times that you absolutely drained her out and that you needed sex almost two or three times a day. Apparently, you always instigated it and succeeded in turning her on even during the times she didn't want it. I found myself comparing you with my husband. In our case, I always had to instigate it. If I didn't I might as well have led the life of a goddamn nun!"




The Sexy SIL Ch. 03



Almost a fortnight had gone by and I hadn't had the chance to meet up with my amazing sister. Of course, we did keep up with the sexy banter by way of messages on the cell, or when we had the chance, whispers by way of a short call on phone.

And then one day, I received a message that sent a chill through my body: U LOST THE BET. HAVE BROKEN DOWN SWATI N MEETING HER AT MINA'S FARMHOUSE FOR CONTINUING SEDUCTION 2DAY. 

I hurriedly deleted the message (we had agreed not to keep these messages on the cell) and thought about what she had done with Swati. 

I was at home this day, with nothing specific to do. That's one of the advantages of being a free lancer. You can choose your time: when you want to get away for a while, all you have to inform the customer is that the particular point in question needs to be studied minutely and hey presto! You are free.

I lay back on the bed (I had been reading a paperback) and wild images flashed through my mind. Radha and Swati, both buck-naked! Radha had told me that she could perhaps tell Swati about 'artificial' methods of self-gratification. I wondered how she expected to do that. Would she really use a cucumber on Swati? Or did she have in her possession some sort of a dildo? A vibrator?

Such toys are not available in India. But then, Radha's best friend Mina often went abroad with her husband and it wouldn't be difficult for her to get hold of such toys. Whatever it was, it sure sent the familiar signal to my prick. Hell, I was only human and the sudden rush of blood to that important extension of flesh in a man's body was only natural.

I also thought about Mina. The biggish woman with her pageboy cut, naked and sweating, panting with desire as Radha ate her out. Mina, lying on her back, legs up in the air and spread far apart to allow her friend to suck and lick at the pouting lips between them...

I broke into a sweat as the image shifted and to a screaming Swati, tossing her head from one side to the other while Radha pushed a large cucumber inside her pussy and began to imitate the in and out movements. The cucumber went away and was replaced by my shaft.

I had to rush to the bathroom to release myself and when I was back, I found that Radha had sent another message on the cell: CAN U LEND US THE CD? SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW THAT THE SECRET MAN IS U.

My hands shook as I sent her my reply:

GOT ANOTHER CD WITH SIMILAR PLOT. WHERE DO I HAND IT OVER 2 U?

It took a little while for her to reply. 

I'LL PICK IT UP 2MORROW IN MY OFFICE AT TEN. JUST WRAP IT IN THICK ENVELOPE. BYE. ANOTHER SESSION WITH S. BEGINS AN HOUR FROM NOW. WISH U WAS THERE. NOT MUCH LONGER, BUT CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR U 2 JOIN US!

My wife, who returned from her school late afternoon, never knew what hit her. Straight after lunch, with the kids away, I simply pulled her to the bedroom even before she could clear away the dishes. 

She protested, though weakly, (she needed it too) and even before we were on the bed, I had undressed her. I wanted to try a new position with her, but she wasn't having anything with that.

"I like it like this," she whispered, turning to her side.

Now, you can understand why Radha was amazing and why I suddenly found myself eager for the next day to come.

******

Radha met me the next evening at her office. I mean, I went to the office; I simply had to. Images of her and Swati at the farmhouse filled my mind and I found that I just couldn't concentrate on anything.

I called up ahead of the visit and of course, Dilip was at the office as well. So, okay, I thought. If I couldn't do anything with Radha, at least, I could assuage myself by getting her to tell me what exactly transpired between the two women of my fantasies. 

At six in the evening, I sauntered over to the office. Dilip was seated on his chair behind the desk, and I kept thinking, oh my god, I had done it to your wife right there on the chair that you are sitting on! 

Radha just said "Hi!" from her cabin and continued to work with a thick file she had spread out on her desk, though I did see that mischievous glint in her sparkling eyes. The assistants were busy with their work as well.

"Hey, May," Dilip called out, pushing the drawing away from the desk. "Okay, Nisha," he told his secretary gesturing for me to take the chair opposite his. "We will finish this tomorrow, okay?"

Nisha cleared the desk. She was a tall and lithe girl, barely nineteen or so, and very sensuous. I wondered how the hell he managed to get girls like that to work for him. Me, I tried as hell to get one such for myself, only as part time secretary who could type a bit and do some accounts. But the girls who turned out for the interview were...oh well; some guys have all the luck. Like, I thought, glancing at Radha casually, me.

"Been quite a while since you dropped in here," Dilip said, leaning back on his chair and grinning at me.

You really don't want to know the truth, I thought. Aloud, I said, "Oh well, I was around the neighborhood and thought I could just drop in to say hi. I've been over to the house a couple of times and you weren't there. Too busy, I guess."

He smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I guess so too. The project at that goddamn place is on the verge of completion and the usual last minute hassles are already creeping up. I'm lucky to be here for whatever time I get. The next month is going to see me more out of town."

"Oh. That heavy, huh?"

"You gotta do what you gotta do," he laughed. "Hey," he snapped his fingers and the office boy materialized.

"Coffee as usual?"

I nodded. 

The boy disappeared and I watched Radha get out of her cabin and make her way towards us.

"What a surprise!" she exclaimed, pulling back the chair next to mine and lowering her voluptuous frame onto it. "I think we should be honored by his visit, Dilip. May never gets the time to make it to our humble office."

They laughed and I grinned. I could smell that exotic perfume she always wore and there! The tightening inside my trousers began!

We chatted away and he described his project to me. The coffee arrived and we sipped it. I nodded and shook my head as he prattled on and on. I pretended to be excited as much as he was. 

The guy who was doing the drawings on the computer called out to Dilip.

"Boss, I think this is finished."

"Yeah? Wait a sec. let me check it before you mail it."

He rose from his chair and made his way to the junior architect, his coffee in his hand.

That gave me the time to whisper, "Jeeze, I'm bursting up! Just tell me what happened."

She smiled sultrily and leaned her head towards mine so that she could drop her voice.

"I cracked her, May," she chortled. "It was way too easy just like I had told you. Within two hours at the first meeting and she was all mushy and gone and urging me to go faster and deeper!"

I felt a jolt go through me. "Go where? With what?" I croaked.

She giggled. "We spoke for a long time about her husband's inability to please her and I kept telling her that it was important for women to get their pleasure since we don't get any younger and one day it would be too late. She told me she was desperate for some good loving and as we spoke, I began to caress her shoulders and her knees. 

"I think she got the hint because she kept closing the gap between us and soon, I had my hands inside her blouse and had reduced her to a blathering wreck!"

The pain in my groin kept increasing. 

"And then I began dropping the hint that I wasn't in too good a condition and naturally, I was seeing a reliable and very good lover on the side!"

My heart almost stopped. "You what?"

"Relax. She was pretty stunned, I should say," she said, casually glancing at her husband who was now sitting on beside the junior guy and editing (obviously) the drawing or whatever there was on the monitor.

"Wasn't she curious?"

She giggled. "You bet she was. But the things I was doing to her made her hornier than curious. But she does keep on asking me who it is that I was fucking" 

She dropped her voice to a very low octave indeed when she used that word. "And when I described, in very graphic detail indeed what and how I was getting off with this sexy lover of mine, she got so hot, she almost bit my tongue off. She kept begging me to tell her the details."

"And," I muttered hoarsely, "of course you did."

"Oh yes, I did. There was no way she could have let me get away without that. And tell you what, I too began to get hornier when I was telling what we had done at our apartment."

"You mentioned that we did it there?" I asked sharply.

"Keep your voice down, stud. Well, I did have to. That made it all the more sexier, you see."

I looked around the office guiltily.

"Didn't that arouse her suspicions?"

"C'mon, May. You know how many people keep popping at the apartment."

That was true, I guess.

"Well, you got the CD?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Well then, why don't you hand it over to me?"

"Here? Now?" I was nervous.

"A CD's a small thing and can be hidden very conveniently in the folds of a sari," she informed me.

I slipped out the CD that I had wrapped in a brown envelope from my leather pouch and furtively passed it to her. She grabbed it and slid it within the folds of the border of the sari she was wearing.

"Tell you what," she whispered, leaning sideways and pretending to adjust the border of her sari over her shoulder and succeeding in exposing the enticing cleavage. "Can you find the farmhouse if I gave you the address?"

"Why?"

"Take the bypass for the expressway and drive past the Fast Food Junction. Keep going for a couple of kilometers till you find the Silver Motel to the left."

"I know where that is," I interrupted.

"Good. Park your car in the parking lot. Pay double charges to the attendant there and you can keep your car there for more than twenty-four hours, no questions asked. You have to walk in the same direction as you had been driving so far, perhaps half a kilometer or so. Don't worry about the watchman at the farmhouse; I'm giving him time off till late at night."

"Why do you want me to come to Mina's farmhouse when you are with Swati?"

She batted her eyelids and flashed a smile. "That's the purpose, isn't it?" She continued, "You will find a wooden board nailed to a huge tree to the left marked 'The Mimi's'. That's the acronym they have used to name their place. A fusion of their names," she giggled.

I noticed that Dilip was pushing back the chair, ready to walk back to us.

"You have to walk a further half a kilometer; that's how long their driveway is. You will come to the farmhouse. Walk around it to the back. I'll keep the spare key under the mat at the back door. Don't make any noise. From there," she noticed her husband walking towards us and quickly ended up saying, "you play it by the nose. Get there around three, okay?" 

It was just as well that she said that quickly because Dilip was almost at the desk.

"Oh, excuse me May," she said, changing the tone of her voice effortlessly. "I'll go and get my bag."

As Dilip slipped back into his chair, she rose and walked languidly back to her cabin.

"You going for the meeting, honey?" he asked her, lighting up a cigarette and pushing the pack to me.

"I can't miss it," she replied. "You go on and finish up your work. I've kept the lunch box in my cabin. I figure I should be back at about seven, Maybe eight."

"Yeah, right," he grinned at me. "See what I mean? Times like these and I got to have the grub here. Want to share it?"

I shook my head. "Would have loved to, but I guess I got to scram. I've an appointment at the Industrial Complex and you know what it is like driving through the traffic at this hour."

"Tough," he agreed.

I stole a glance at Radha who was walking out of the office, waving a casual goodbye at us.

"You bet," I told him. "Not just tough, it's like hell."

"Another coffee?" he asked me.

I glanced at the wall clock. "Nope. It's eleven already. Tell you what, lets go down to the hotel and have some orange juice, okay?"

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that I would need that extra large orange juice.

******

The farmhouse was set way back off the highway. In fact, you wouldn't notice it from the road, surrounded as it was by the thick foliage and those large mango trees.

I was fifteen minutes early; it was just 2.45 pm. But, I figured, what the hell. I might as well get in earlier than be late. Having got to know Radha, I was certain that she wouldn't take a long time to get down to business as soon as possible.

Her car was parked in the porch. The farmhouse was a one-storied affair. Apart from the large closed-door bang in the middle of the front façade, I could see large windows, completely covered by curtains.

Above, I could see a balcony hanging out right on top of the porch. There were floor to ceiling windows (also covered by curtains) leading from the balcony to what I presumed was a bedroom. 

I made my way furtively around the porch to the rear of the farmhouse. I could hear soft music obviously coming form a TV set. 

I had given her a CD, which featured a redhead and a blonde in the opening scene. I was pretty sure that they had it going because I could identify the music. (See what I mean about confessing that I see these flicks so many times?) After about fifteen minutes of tongues and fingers and hands, a big black guy joins them. Nothing very unique about that, you see!

I found the key under the mat and with trembling hands I quietly unlocked the back door.

It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the relative darkness: a stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside the farmhouse. 

I found myself in a small rectangular room, a sort of a storage area. I locked the door behind me, listening to the moans and groans emanating from the TV.

Past this room, the small door opened into a large living room, perhaps about forty by forty. I stepped quietly over the two steps and found myself looking directly into a huge plasma-screen monitor.

To the right was a door that led to a small sitting room, which in turn opened to the front porch. Seated on a large couch, side-by-side were the two of them. In fact, they were seated very close to each other. I could see their backs since they were facing the TV. The space between the back of the couch and the door from where I had stepped in branched to another door: the kitchen-cum-dining area. Towards my right, was the staircase that wound up to the first floor and tucked away beyond that was a large door leading to the bedrooms / bathrooms.

I stole a quick glance upwards and noticed a large ceiling to first floor curtain draped there, hiding the area behind it.

Cool, I thought, real cool. Just right for that typical love-nest, though a larger version.

Larger? It was a goddamned mansion!

I watched the back of their heads, so close together that I knew they had to be doing something very intimate to themselves. They were about ten minutes into the film already. The redhead with those amazing breasts, now cupping them in her hands was rubbing the nipples over the blonde's face. The two girls on the screen were down to their stockings and while the redhead had nothing else on, the blonde had her top pushed down to expose her taut breasts.

In addition to the noise of the moaning and sharp cries of pleasure coming from the screen, I could hear Radha and Swati murmuring and because they had their backs to me, I couldn't see what they were up to. So I did the best thing I could do under the circumstances. I crept up the stairs to the first floor.

Stepping past the door I entered a long passage. The curtain was now to my left. There were two doors (both closed) to the left, another one facing the door and just where the curtain ended. Finally, the fourth door was at the end of the passage. That was the one, I guessed, which led to the balcony atop the porch.

I parted the curtains and glanced below.

I had a complete aerial view of the living room. The monitor suspended on the wall facing the large couch, the rows of three overstuffed chairs on either side of the couch, the low divan pushed to one side, a center table and the now partially open door that led to the sitting room and from there to the front door.

I gasped. Radha and Swati were partially undressed and while Swati had looped an arm over Radha's shoulder to fondle her large breast hanging outside the open bra, Radha had the fingers of one hand, thrust past the waistband of Swati's pajama and groping between Swati's legs, presumably caressing her there judging by the billowing movements while with her other hand she stroked one of Swati's breast that was also exposed.

The two women wore the traditional Punjabi suits. This consists of a form-fitting shirt, called the kurta, which reaches to about knee length. Below is the pajama, which hugs the legs beneath the knees like a second skin, is pretty loose around the hips and is held at the waist by a drawstring. 

In contrast to Radha's all-black churidar (as the combination of the kurta and pajama is called), Swati's churidar was a light green. 

The kurta can have a row of buttons at the front or hooks at the back. Sometimes, they have a few hasps at the side or a zip. I couldn't make out these details because at that moment, Swati's kurta was pushed down off her shoulders and bunched up below her chest and the bra was pulled up around her neck.

Swati had medium sized breasts, not large like Radha's. I noticed that the areolas were larger in diameter though and they were deep pink in color. The nipples seemed to be quite large in comparison with the size of her breasts. I figured that her breasts were more or less like those that my wife has: soft, spongy and comfortably large enough.

On the other hand, Radha's kurta was completely off. As I had said before: knowing her like I now did, she wouldn't take too long to get down to the thick of the action. I recalled the urgency with which we had begun at the office and earlier on at the apartment with our ma watching the TV soap in the hall.

I had to strain to hear what they were saying. I was pretty sure that neither of them had any idea of my presence, not even Radha.

"My god, I never saw anything like this," breathed Swati, her voice quivering and switching over from fondling Radha's breast to kneading and pinching them. Her legs opened further as she allowed Radha to have more access there.

"Been there, done that," Radha giggled.

When the black man appeared on the screen, Swati drew in her breath sharply. "My god!" she exclaimed, tightening her palms around Radha's breasts. "Look at his thing!"

I heard Radha laugh, rather shrilly. "Oh Swati, c'mon now," she said. "I mean we have been through all that and I don't see why you can't call a spade a spade. I mean that's his cock, not his thing!"

I swear I could detect the beginning of a faint flush on Swati's face. 

Radha was tugging at Swati's pajama and the latter unconsciously and eagerly as well, lifted her buttocks off the couch. Radha pulled down the pajama and I was delighted to see that Swati was wearing a rather sexy and flimsy pair of bright red panties. The way I saw it, Swati came across as one who would rather be the sort who wears those sensible white cotton panties.

Swati had her eyes fixed on the screen where the black stud had pushed his huge dick between the two girls' lips, and therefore, even as they kissed each other, they had to do that with his shaft between their lips.

So it seemed that Swati raised her buttocks again, almost unconsciously, focused as she was on the screen and perhaps wasn't even aware that Radha had slipped the red panties down those smooth creamy thighs and delectable hips to the floor.




The Sexy SIL Ch. 03



There was another surprise waiting for me, though I couldn't see it before Swati turned slightly to one side to face the by now heated up Radha. I could clearly see (because Swati had to slide forward on the couch) that she had a shaved pussy! I mean, Radha, as I knew, maintained a small patch just above the apex of her slit: but Swati didn't even support that style. She was totally shaved there, and this was a delightful sight.

I moved around the banister carefully till I was standing at almost right angles to the original spot, and this offered me a side view of the women on the couch. I was careful to remain behind the curtain, as I wasn't yet aware of Radha's plans.

"Okay," I heard Swati whisper, eyes riveted on the screen where the redhead had the black shaft inside her mouth while the blonde licked the heavy scrotum lazily. The camera zoomed in to clearly show the slivers of their mixed up saliva dribbling down the giant shaft.

"Okay, if that's how it goes," continued Swati, shivering when Radha ran her fingers up and down her bald slit, "That is one awesome cock!"

It was a strange way she uttered the word: as if the four alphabets rushed after each other in a hurry.

Radha leaned forward and kissed Swati full on the mouth and for a moment, their eyes closed as their tongues explored the insides of each other's mouths. I watched Swati tip her face back and then flick her pink tongue across Radha's lips. This was a trick that Radha often used on me and I guessed that she had introduced it to Swati as well.

"Hmmm, someone's getting pretty wet down here," Radha murmured, the movements of her finger becoming more frantic, forcing Swati to spread her legs wider apart.

"Suck me here!" gasped Swati, pulling Radha's head down to her breasts. Radha pushed the bra further up the other woman's neck and pulled the kurta further down her waist. 

"Oh my god!" Swati moaned when Radha dove for those firm breasts. She arched her back forward, hunching her shoulders together and urging Radha deeper between her breasts while continuing to grasp and knead Radha's larger breasts furiously.

"Ugghhh...oh yes, Radha, ah, ah, push it deeper inside, oh yes, deeper, ah good!"

I realized that Radha had pushed her finger (or fingers) inside Swati's pussy even as she licked and sucked those succulent breasts. 

Radha swiftly got off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of Swati. Her back was to the TV screen and so she missed the scene where the two women in the film flip around, the redhead lying on top of the blonde in the classic sixty-nine while the stud rams his dick inside the redhead's pussy from behind.

Swati, however, had her eyes on the screen and was squirming under the twin assault of having to watch her very first porno movie and now, having Radha swiping her tongue up and down the lips of her inflamed vulva. 

She spread her legs wide apart and hugged Radha's face deeper between them, pushing her with the back of her head, urging her to lick her faster. Her breasts moved up and down in tandem with the deep breaths she was taking now.

The redhead on the screen had produced a realistic looking dildo and while continuing to suck the blonde, was easing the tip inside her pussy.

"Oh god!" Swati wailed. "Oh please, Radha, get that toy here. I need to be filled up!"

'The toy' was a dildo and when Radha produced it from under the couch, I almost gasped. True, I know a lot about dildos, but I had never actually seen one in real. My knowledge about them was restricted to the ones I had seen in the porno films and magazines. That I was shocked when Radha produced one would be one hell of an understatement. And that I was actually going to watch a girl-on-girl in real almost blew my mind.

Then I realized that she must have got one from her friend Mina. Of course, it had to be her! Dildos weren't available in the open market in this country: at least not as far as I know and this one must have been brought by Mina from one of her various trips abroad.

From where I was standing, I presumed that the toy was about seven or maybe eight inches long and around two inches in diameter. It had an oblong grip at one end and it was colored white.

I was now aroused beyond the point of comfort and had to ease my pants down my waist. Even with the belt around the loops, this tugging down considerably eased the pressure when it created perhaps a little more room for my throbbing member. 

I watched Radha waving the monstrous toy at Swati's face. "You want this in your pussy, baby?" she taunted.

"P-please, don't fuck around, Radha! Oh my god, look what that black's doing!"

Radha turned around and I tore my eyes off the Swati's horny, heaving body. The black was plunging his tool alternatively in the redhead's pussy and the blonde's mouth under it. He was so long that he had to draw back and bend his prick down to stuff it in the blonde's mouth and then step forward again to ram it into the redhead.

It was when Radha was turning back to face Swati that she caught sight of me. I saw the flash of her surprised smile even as I quickly stepped back into the curtains. 

"Now," I heard her say, and this time she was speaking quite loudly. I knew she would want me to hear her. "Now tell me, Swati, don't you feel that it would be great to have a real cock fucking you instead of this one?"

"Please, Radha, don't fuck around, just shove it in my cunt," Swati wailed. The surprise of hearing those words from this prim and proper sister of mine had already faded: that was Radha's magic.

Radha laughed harshly and I watched as she rubbed the dildo back and forth across Swati's pussy lips.

"I used to go just as crazy as you are now," she chuckled even as Swati began to lift her hips, trying to find the dildo. "Thank god I managed to find him!" She stressed the word 'him'.

"Oh please, don't!" Swati exclaimed. "Ram it in, please, fuck me with it, fuck me, please!"

Radha drew back her shoulder and I knew she wanted me to have a clear view of the dildo entering within the fleshy folds of Swati's pussy. 

Swati let out a cry and her buttocks rose off the couch as she squirmed and wiggled her hips. 

"Relax," Radha muttered, corkscrewing the fake dick deeper inside the opening of her sister's pussy.

Swati grabbed her own breasts and began to knead them as Radha now settled into a smooth uninterrupted rhythm; sending the dildo in and then pulling it out; plunging it back inside and then lowering her face to lick the lips of Swat's pussy, sucking the tender clitoris that would no doubt by now be erect and I knew, quite inflamed with lust.

"Oh my god, I'm already coming!" she cried out, her heels digging into Radha's shoulders.

Radha did not stop: instead, she increased the pace with which she had been plunging the dildo in and out of the wet pussy. 

By the time Swati watched the black stud on the screen masturbate over the upturned faces of the two starlets, she had already come as many as three times. In the process, both Radha and Swati had undressed each other completely and were now gloriously naked, their clothes lying discarded on the floor.

"Please, please, enough for now, please, Radha, or I'll go mad," she begged.

Finally, Radha relented. She pulled out the dildo; it came out with a wet sloppy noise. She rose and sank down on the couch next to Swati.

As soon as Radha sat down on the couch, Swati leaned down sideways to rest her face on Radha's lap.

"Give it to me. I will fuck your cunt with it," she said weakly.

"I'm in no hurry, Swati," Radha chuckled. "You know I'm getting it quite regularly with my guy. Take your time. Just play with my clit, okay?" 

"Why do you want to say that when you don't want to tell me his name?" she asked.

"I do feel sorry for you," Radha replied, spreading her legs wide apart so that Swati could begin to rub her fingers up and down the crack of her pussy.

"You aren't just kidding me, are you, Radha?"

"About what?" Radha asked innocently.

"Well, you don't want to tell me his name and when I try to guess some names who could actually do to you in your own house and office and car, you merely smile at me in that peculiar way...well, you are driving me nuts!"

"Does it make any difference to you whether I tell the name or not? It's enough for you to know that this stud really exists and I haven't been sucked and fucked in this way ever in my life. Ahhhhh..." 

Swati was now lazily stroking a finger in and out of Radha's pussy.

"Does he really do that? I mean, does he really go down on you? Oh god! Suresh does not even like to put his hands around my pussy!"

"You are certainly missing something!"

"But don't you ever feel guilty about it?"

This was new conversation to me and I really wanted to hear how Radha felt about our relationship.

"Hey, listen. You like Coke, so okay, in spite of Pepsi's ads you go ahead and drink Coke. You like sweets and so okay, you stuff yourselves with it. Now, I know my husband might just feel that much put out and or maybe blow his top if her ever comes to know I'm fucking somebody other than him. But that is the trick, you know. I'm certain he'll never know. Not unless my dream lover tells on me. And why should he when he's having the time of his life too? Listen up, Swati: love and lust are two different things, okay? It's easy to get laid without any feelings of remorse. Its not like I'm going to leave Dilip. As long as I can keep him happy as well, and face it, he doesn't need sex as much as my lover does and there's little I've to do to keep him happy. Like you said: all you need to do with Suresh is maybe jerk on his dick a couple of times or let him dip his stick in your hole and stroke it in and out a couple of times and poof! It's all over!"

I now began to understand Radha much better. It was one of her longest speeches I'd heard and secretly, I was happy that she wasn't carrying a cross because of our affair. 

"You are lucky, I guess," Swati sighed, now licking Radha's clit with the tip of her pink tongue.

"You could as well, Swati, if you really want it. I mean," she broke away.

Swati looked up and even from up here and behind the curtains, I could see a strange look in her eyes. Her tongue hovered above Radha's wide-open pussy lips.

"What do you mean?" her voice was strained.

"I meant what I said," Radha replied nonchalantly. "I know you really miss the real thing. So okay, we fuck together; even use a fake dick. I enjoy it, of course, and so do you. But think about it a little bit. You know I did before deciding to go ahead and have my own fantasy and my dreams satisfied. How long are you going to hide behind that cloak? Don't you fantasize about having a real cock fucking that horny cunt of yours?"

Swati froze and to me it looked like she was giving a lot of thought to what Radha had just said.

"I still don't get it," she whispered so softly, I had to strain my ears to hear her voice.

"Okay. I'll make myself clear. Swati, do you want to get fucked by my secret lover? If yes, come right out and say it: I assure you he's good and safe. If you don't, well then, what's the point of asking me who he is?"

Swati flushed some more: that, I could clearly make out. Radha had brought her hands down and was fondling Swati's breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples, and then taking the entire melons in her hands to knead them.

"Don't be silly..." Swati said.

Radha bent down and kissed the smaller woman on her mouth. For a long while they kissed, their mouths moving against each other. Radha tightened her grip on those wonderful breasts and Swati started to slide her finger in and out of Radha's pussy.

Then, Radha pulled back. "You really want it, don't you?"

"Yes." This time there was no hesitation. No guilt. No shame. 

"You want to get fucked by my guy, huh?"

"Will he?"

"I'm pretty certain he wouldn't like to miss the chance with a sexy thing like you. Shall I call him?"

"I'm not so sure."

Swati was now plunging her finger furiously in and out of Radha's pussy.

"I know you will like it. Plus, I'll be around too. Just imagine: the three of us together just like we saw on the CD just now!"

"Oh god, Radha, yes, yes! Go ahead and make that call!"

******

Radha faked the call so well that for a moment I found myself almost answering her questions.

Swati was seated on the love seat across from the couch on which Radha was seated, cell phone stuck to her ear.

"Hi lover boy, I'm missing you!"

I wondered what Swati would feel like if she grabbed the phone and listened to the dial tone or perhaps the engaged tone.

"Yes, you bet! I got my finger up my cunt right at this moment thinking about you, darling! And I'm sort of hoping that you would be here to pull it away and replace it with your stud cock!"

A long pause during which she winked at Swati, legs crossed and one of them swinging rhythmically. 

"I want to tell you something, stud." 

Swati half rose off the love seat and when Radha waved at her, sank back again.

"I've a very close friend with me. You know her very well and yes, she knows you too. Thing is, I would love for you to fuck and do those things to her just the way you so them to me."

Swati covered her face with her hands as if that gesture would take her out of the scene altogether.

"I'm honest, baby, this is no shit. Why don't you get down to Mina's farmhouse...no, no, don't jump to conclusions! It isn't Mina who I am talking about. Why don't you find for yourselves, huh?"

A pause again and then, "Where are you now?" Pause. "Good. That means it would hardly take you ten minutes, lets say a maximum of fifteen for you to come down here, right?"

She made sure that Swati still had her face buried in her hands and glanced up at me. I had stepped out of the curtains, now that Swati had her back to me. 

Radha made a circle of her fingers by joining the thumb and the forefinger and winked at me.

"You got it. We will be waiting."

She pretended to disconnect the cell, which she had never connected in the first place.

"There, Swati. It's done. Now all we do is wait. I assure you that it will be really good. And from what you have told me about your sex life, it's going to be absolutely groovy for you."

Swati looked up, her face crimson. 

"Are we going to wait for him like this?" she asked gesturing to their naked bodies.

Radha laughed. 

"That's the spirit. Lets get dressed. But we'll use Mina's little gowns instead. No underwear!"

******

I waited till they walked hand-in-hand inside the single bedroom on the ground floor just beyond the staircase before easing quietly out of the back door. I made my way across the long drive and waited under a tree, recollecting my thoughts and thinking about what lay in store ahead.

Of course, I was sporting a huge erection. I wouldn't be human if I wasn't. The sight of a naked and aggressive Radha, uttering those words had always been more than enough for me to get hard and ready. Now, I had seen an equally naked and aggressive, though slightly apprehensive, petite Swati, uttering those very words in her curious way and sexy voice. 

Add to that the fact that for the very first time in my life I had witnessed a live show featuring a pair of women doing all those wonderful things to each other: things I had only seen in porno tapes and had been fantasizing about ever since the subject of Swati had cropped up. The image of the naked Swati, breathing heavily and moving frantically up and down the dildo that Radha had been thrusting in and out of her, flashed across my mind and my erection became unbearable.

Just the thought of the two women kissing passionately, half naked when they had begun, provoked me to cup my inflamed crotch. I ducked behind the tree and making sure there was no one around, fished my penis out of the confines of my underwear.

I stroked the flesh to and fro, slowly at first, lingering on the image of the two women tongue kissing before Radha had teased Swati with the dildo; then the image of Swati crying out to Radha to "fuck me with it, please" replaced the first image.

Unconsciously, I had picked up the pace with my hand. I held my penis from the glans, all five fingers spread around the shaft.

It didn't take me long to explode and when I did, I was dimly aware of my voice groaning out the names of the two women of my dreams.

In one way, I needed to get myself off because if I was to handle two hot women at the same time, I needed to give myself as much time as I possibly could to keep myself in check till I could satisfy the two firecrackers!

I wiped my shaft with my kerchief and stuffed the limp flesh back into my trousers, zipping up. I ran my fingers through my hair, checked my clothes and then slowly made my way to the farmhouse.

My heart was thudding and a million questions went through my mind. Mostly: "How would this new sister take this situation?

With Radha there, I knew I wouldn't have a problem.

Turned out, I didn't.

******

"Hi, stud!"

Radha had flung the door open and she stood framed there like an angel out of the heavens, a sultry smile on her lips and that familiar sparkle in her eyes.

She wore a short pink robe, held at the waist by a sash. It barely reached her knees and wrapped around the upper part of her voluptuous body just enough to reveal the enticing outlines of her lush breasts.

I froze and managed to mumble, "Hey there, sexy."

"Ready for the surprise?" she held her place there, hands spread apart to hold the sides of the door.

"If you let me in, baby."

Believe me, it was quite difficult for me to maintain this nonchalance. 

"Well, the surprise is ready for you," she giggled, letting her hands fall down to her sides and stepping back to let me in.

I walked into the foyer and she locked the door behind her. She quickly turned around (as always in a tearing hurry) and wound her body against mine, tilting her head up so that I could lower my face and place my lips over hers.

"Hmmm," she said as we kissed. She thrust her tongue almost violently in my mouth and I sucked on it. She pushed her hips against mine, writhing around, and her crotch ground against mine.

Holding the back of my head firmly in place, she waltzed in through the door and into the living room where she finally let me go.

"Surprise!" she cried. If she had clapped her hands, she would be the typical magician producing a rabbit from the hat.

Seated on the overstuffed chair that was positioned close to the couch, her eyes downcast; clad in a short gown similar to the one that Radha wore, but of a bright red color, was a furiously flushing Swati. Her eyes swiftly turned up to meet mine and the surprise was still evident in them. I figure she must have recognized me by my voice and I had a hell of a time to pretend I was equally, though pleasantly shocked and surprised to see her as well. 

"Oh," I muttered, "its you, Swati!"

"Is that all you can say?" Radha demanded and then mimicking me, "Oh, it's you, Swati!"

"What did you expect me to say?" I tried to introduce a stutter in my reply, but didn't manage it at all.

Radha walked around me and flopped down on the couch. "Well, the least I expected was like 'Oh wow!'"

Swati glanced furtively at me, still blushing.

"At least I said something," I encountered, preferring to remain standing there right in front of them. "Or is this a surprise meant only for me? In short, so Swati knows."

"I-I didn't" Swati broke in, glaring at Radha. "She kept this secret and only revealed that we know each other very well."

Radha laughed, twiddling at the sash tied across the gown. "Oh good, now that we have broken the ice, shall we get to know each other better?"




The Sexy SIL Ch. 03



Swati looked away and blushed a deep shade of pink.

"Oh c'mon you two," Radha snapped. "I promised you that you'd know him if only you would want to join, didn't I Swati? And I did that with you as well, May. So cut the bullshit. I've told her about our hot sessions in more detail than you would presume, May."

Both Swati and me maintained our silence, though I was feeling that familiar stirring in my loins.

"In that case, I don't give a shit about what you decide," Radha commented, leaning forward and placing her hand squarely on my crotch. "But I've had enough and I want this stud cock now!"

"Radha!" I exclaimed, making no attempt to move away as she deftly unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper. Her hand disappeared inside my pants and I suppressed a groan when it spread over my penis, still inside my underwear, but as stiff as a log.

"What about you, Swati? You have been saying you want a cock so desperately and suddenly you are tongue-tied! It would be a better idea if you tie your tongue around this rod."

Radha pulled out my erect shaft. "There," she sighed, gripping it with her fist. "Its out in the open. Change your mind?"

If I'd want my way, I would have shoved my meat right down Radha's throat the way I always did whenever we had the opportunity to meet since that party day. But I preferred to play the waiting game.

Swati was staring at my hard on with round eyes and a glance at the tops of her swell of her breasts proved that she was turned on – they rose and fell rhythmically. 

Radha put her other hand out to grab one of Swati's hands, which was lying on her lap and gently guided it to my erect prick.

"Here, Swati, take a hold of this."

She made sure that Swati's fingers were wrapped around my shaft before letting her own hand fall away. I groaned involuntarily when I felt the soft Swati's moist palm closing around my erection.

"He likes it," Radha commented. "He'll love it better if you tug on it and play push-pull."

Staring at my hard on, her lips parted, she gradually tightened her fingers into a fist. In spite of Radha's cajoling voice, she didn't move her hand at all: merely stared at my prick.

I gently moved my hips forward so that the loose skin of my prick slid back to reveal the inflamed head. Then, just as gently, I stepped back. Surely, I thought, I had made my intentions pretty clear by now.

Radha stole a glance at me and then brought her face closer to my prick. Quick as a flash, her tongue flicked out and swept across the exposed head of my penis.

"Ugghhh," I groaned, my hips involuntarily jerking forward.

This action caused my prick to home in closer to Swati's face and this time I made no effort whatsoever to step back from my forward movement. Instead, I watched Swati staring at my penis with those round, blue eyes. It was bare inches away from her face and I thought that maybe she could smell it.

"Go on, honey," Radha whispered, bringing her lips very close to Swati's ears. "It doesn't bite you and by god, it doesn't eat you! You will like it, baby, trust me."

I remained a mute, though somewhat incredibly aroused spectator to Radha's game. Swati shifted her glance from my shaft to Radha and then back again. Her lips trembled and her fist tightened around my penis.

Still uncertain of what she wanted to do, she nevertheless bent forward and pecked urgently at the top of my prick and then just as suddenly, drew back again.

This time, Radha was ready for her. Sensing that Swati needed something more concrete to break free of her barrier, Radha leaned forward and planted her open mouth on top of Swati's lips. Simultaneously, she groped for my prick, closed her fist over Swati's and squeezed. 

I heard a soft moan escape Swati's parted lips as Radha thrust her tongue inside the woman's mouth. 

She now gripped Swati's fist with hers and began to jerk it to and fro, rather furiously and impatiently.

I let out a long suppressed groan and it wasn't involuntary either. As the women kissed each other, I gently began undulating my hips back and forth.

Radha knelt on the floor between Swati and me without breaking their kiss and I watched her reach out to grope for the sash that held Swati's gown together. She pulled it and the gown fell open to reveal Swati's perky, firm breasts. Before Swati could make any movement, Radha's palms were spread out on those breasts and I could make out the gentle squeezing movements. Swati's gown lay hung over her shoulders.

When Radha had pulled away her hand off Swati's, the latter hadn't eased her grip on my prick. I was delighted when I felt Swati continuing to jerk her tiny fist back and forth over my shaft without slowing down the rhythm that Radha had set for her.

Finally, I decided to enter the fray. I slid my hands down, still careful not to touch Swati in any way, and tugged at the sash of Radha's gown. She shrugged her shoulders, now licking Swati's lips, to ease the gown off her shoulders and expose those delightfully large and wondrous breasts. I grabbed them and began to maul them without any finesse, just the way she liked it.

I pinched her large, erect nipples and she twisted around to fit them into my grasp. I lifted them with my hands as if weighing them and fondled the lovely flesh.

Radha pulled her head back from Swati's and looked directly into those blue eyes.

"There, baby," she cooed. "Doesn't that make you hot?"

Swati was flushed, apparently and obviously with lust. 

"No, don't stop that," Radha said when Swati slowed down the back and forth movement of her fist over my prick. Like a kid admonished by her teacher, Swati immediately began to jerk her fist faster and faster.

"Look at that cock!" Radha gasped rather theatrically. 

But that was enough for Swati to whip her head to her side and stare at my prick that she was jerking in her hand.

"Isn't it long and hard?" Radha was clearly egging the poor girl on.

Swati nodded.

"Isn't it so hot and so alive?"

Swati nodded again.

"Well then, say it like it is!" Radha demanded.

Swati started to say something and realized that no sound was forthcoming form her mouth. She cleared her throat and croaked: "Yes!"

"Yes what?" Radha insisted.

"It is um...well...I-it I-is, er h-hot."

"What is hot?"

"This, um, t-this thing."

"Oh c'mon, Swati, what thing?"

Swati cleared her throat again and looking defiantly at Radha said in a loud clear voice: "His cock! His cock is so hot and hard and so alive and long!"

Radha smiled triumphantly. When those words came out of Swati's mouth, my prick sort of jumped in her fist. Without wasting any time, I bent down and put my open mouth on top of Swati's. Her mouth was already open: I had caught her in the midst, or rather, just as she had finished her sentence. Her eyes grew as wide and round as saucers when I thrust my tongue right inside her sweet mouth.

Swati kissed back. Urgently and with a passion that surprised me, though I should have expected it with her having just had been aroused by Radha. She met my tongue with hers and forced it back in my mouth till I was left sucking on hers instead.

Radha now leaned forward and stuck out her tongue to give my prick little licks that made me shudder. When Swati pushed back my prick, Radha would let her tongue flick over the glans and when Swati's fist jerked my shaft forward, Radha would draw back and look up into my eyes. 

I managed to stick my tongue into Swati's mouth and she began to suck on it: tentatively at first, and then increasing the pace. Radha noticed it and whispered, "You better suck on it real good, you don't know how, I'll show you. 'Cos when you have to suck the real thing, there will have no comebacks."

Swati redoubled her efforts and began to suck harder on my tongue, actually moving her head back and forth. I almost believed that she had lied to Radha about being inexperienced in the art of sucking anything before. At least, Radha had mentioned sometime during one of our little conferences that Swati had never sucked a penis in her life. Or, I thought, perhaps, Swati had learned the fine art of fellatio with a little bit of help from Radha and the dildo. The more Swati sucked my tongue, occasionally even licking it, the surer I was that what I had presumed about the practice lessons with the dildo would indeed be true.

Radha ducked her head under Swati's face and I realized that she was now suckling on those pert hard breasts. As I continued to receive the lavish attention of Swati's tongue, I managed to peek below to watch Radha licking Swati's engorged, pink nipples. There was more pink in her nipples than there was in Radha's. And though Radha had bigger (much bigger) breasts, it was Swati who had the larger nipples. Too, her areoles were more spread out over her breasts.

So there we were. Swati was still crouched on the chair and I was bent at my waist as we kissed. More precisely, she kissed me. Radha was between us, on her knees on the floor and her head was turned up and mouth spread over Swati's taut breasts. She had cupped those breasts as she sucked and licked the large nipples.

On my part, I was still fondling Radha's glorious melons. I think I mentioned sometime earlier that even wild horses wouldn't have kept me away from her breasts and I would gladly give anything to fondle them, knead them, lick them, push my face between them and most of all to have my shaft sliding between them. Here, there were no wild horses; only the temptation of doing all those things to Swati's breasts as well.

I finally tore my lips away from Swati's demanding mouth. She looked at me with glazed eyes, continuing to masturbate me. I looked back at her smoldering eyes and taking a deep breath, I said, "Okay, Swati. I want you to take this in your mouth."

I gestured her to my erect shaft dangling out of my fly, which she was jerking on. 

Radha's face appeared and she glanced at Swati.

Swati hesitated. She stopped jerking my prick and licked her lips. It was, I suppose a gesture more of apprehension than anticipation and Radha guessed just the same, because she whispered, "Take his balls out of his pants, baby!"

Swati glanced sharply at Radha and realizing that the latter was serious about the part of 'balls' she put her other hand tentatively at the base of the zipper of my pants. Her glazed eyes were fixed on her hand, which now crept slowly inside my pants.

I shivered when her moist palms came in contact with my scrotum and my body almost convulsed when she hefted them out of my pants.

"Ah, that's good," said Radha, pressing her breasts into my hands, reminding me that I was not supposed to have quit kneading those soft melons. Instantly, I began squeezing them again even as Swati, now cradling my scrotum in her palm began to commence masturbating me again.

"Now, just take it easy," instructed Radha, fondling Swati's breasts. "Just look at his cute balls, will you? Don't gobble his cock. There's time for that later on. For now, just lick the cock head with the tip of your tongue."

This was silly, I concluded. There was really no need for Radha to play teacher at this point of the game. 

"Oh, c'mon Radha," I began to object.

"Let me handle this, okay? Believe me, this is the first time she's going to suck a cock in her life. Right, Swati?"

Swati nodded her head immediately, her eyes still on my prick. She leaned forward and instantly Radha slid one hand off Swati's breast to push the woman's silky hair out of the way so that we could watch.

I groaned involuntarily when I felt the hesitant touch of the tip of her tongue on my glans.

"Yes, that's it. Now, gently, sweep your tongue over the shaft, baby. Go on, do it."

Swati's tongue slithered over the upper side of my shaft and she gently squeezed my scrotum: perhaps, Radha had mentioned to her that this part of the male anatomy is sensitive and needs to be carefully handled. I threw my head back and groaned involuntarily.

Jeeze, I thought to myself. A virgin mouth! What next?

I felt my prick being pushed up against my stomach and looked down to see Radha doing it.

"Now, the underside, honey, lick the underside of his cock...ah, yes, now, just a little faster, huh?"

The pleasure was so intense that I almost wrenched Radha's breasts off her body. She adjusted herself to facilitate easier access and perhaps to remind me that her breasts were after all attached to her body – not individual melons that could be played with separately. 

Radha smiled at me wickedly and I glanced back at Swati's tongue tracing that slow agonizing path up and down my penis.

"Get some more saliva out on it, baby," cooed Radha, caressing the back of Swati's head and fondling those pert breasts. The top of Swati's gown lay down across her shoulders, as did Radha's. It was strange, I thought that we were so intimately connected and neither one of us was still completely naked. In fact, I still had my clothes on, except that my prick was dangling out of the fly. The women, semi-naked, had their gowns on even as one of them was now licking the only part of my body that was exposed. 

"Now, get back and open your mouth wide."

Swati followed Radha's instructions, jerking her head back and opening her mouth wide. Her teeth were white and uniform, her tongue pink and wet with her saliva.

Radha looked up at me. "Don't you shove it all the way in, May. She has yet to master this."

Maybe she was trying desperately to let me know that it was indeed the first time that Swati was going down on a prick. If this was true, I had no intentions of thrusting my prick in that virgin mouth, as I would otherwise have done with Radha.

I remember the first time my wife had taken me in her mouth. It was almost a month after our marriage and it was the first time for both of us. I had heard about it and seen enough of it in magazines and maybe the odd X-rated films. (Adult films weren't so easily available during those days). We had been finding it extremely difficult to consummate our marriage because neither of us really knew the exact procedure! She had written about our problem to a more experienced friend of hers. (She told me after she received the friend's reply). Her friend had also got married a couple of weeks after Sunita and me had married.

Seema (my wife's friend) had replied in her usual forthright manner. Do you hold his thing in your hands? Do you kiss him on the mouth? Does he kiss your breasts? And finally, she had advised my wife that if nothing had yet worked, the only way to get husband hard again was to take his thing in her mouth and suck on it.

Now, as I prepared to launch myself into Swati's mouth (I believed, as Radha wanted me to, that it was as yet an unexplored territory as far as prick was concerned, because she'd done a hell of a job sucking on my tongue) I recalled that night that my wife had taken my prick in her mouth the first time. 

I decided to adopt the same methodology. 

As Radha held Swati firmly in place with her hand on the back of her head, I gingerly took a half step forward and gently placed my shaft-head in Swati's mouth. I let my sensitive skin rub against her wet tongue before inching it further inside. 

"Yes, that's it," said Radha, "Now, Swati, close your lips around it slowly."

Swati did. Only, it wasn't slowly. I suppose she hadn't gauged the thickness of my shaft correctly and thought that her lips had more space to cover in order to clamp around the flesh. It ended up that she had closed her mouth faster than she perhaps wanted to. Not that I was complaining! I shivered when I felt her lips clamp my shaft. 

Radha disengaged herself from my hands, rose and stepped onto the chair. It was wide enough for maybe two people but she still had to struggle to squirm her body past Swati's. She now crouched behind Swati, her breasts dangling just above Swati's head.

She gently took hold of Swati's cheeks from behind and slowly began to push and pull her head. This had an effect of Swati's head bobbing back and forth, my prick firmly ensconced within the warmth of her mouth.

"Slow does it, yes, slowly, slowly. Don't try to take the whole length of it all at once. Just little by little. Oh yes, don't lose the rhythm..."

So Radha guided Swati's head back and forth to set up the slow rhythm and I tried my best not to rock my hips or sock my shaft all the way inside Swati's mouth. 

I watched the pink, full lips gliding back and forth over my shaft. Swati had closed her eyes, concentrating on the job at hand – or rather the job in her mouth.

"Open your eyes and watch it," I croaked.

I always liked it when the woman watched what she was doing when she was giving head. What was the point in closing eyes? I do not believe that a woman could be so engrossed that she does not want to take in the sight of a penis shafting her mouth.

Swati's eyes flew open and she gazed in awe at my thick prick that she was steadily sucking on. Of course, it had now considerably thickened than before and she had to be surprised. 

"Don't just suck," I panted, "Sweep your tongue over it when you are sucking it."

She complied and I felt a thrill coursing through my blood, partly because of the feel of her mouth and tongue and partly because I was dictating terms and she was accepting them.

Maybe Radha felt left out, because she arched her back and thrust her breasts out at me and said in a husky voice, "Suck on my tits, May! Long time you no do!"

Yes, it had indeed been a long time. After our episode at the office where I had finally ejaculated between her breasts after both of us had gone berserk on the chair, we hadn't had the opportunity of meeting together. And that was almost a fortnight ago. 

She moaned when I bent forward, rather awkwardly, because I had to make sure that this movement would not result in me stepping forward any further and thrusting my penis deeper into Swati's mouth. Of course, I would have preferred doing just that, but I had to remember that this was Swati's first time with fellatio.

Radha sighed when I captured her left breast at first with my mouth, not merely taking in the nipple, but stuffing as much of the stuff available, which was, as I have been repeating, plentiful. I sucked on her breast like I would on an ice cone and that made her cry out.

I slid my hands down and filled my palms with Swati's firm breasts. This was different, I thought: sucking on a breast that belonged to one woman and fondling the breasts of another. The one in mouth was so large and so soft and those in my hands not that large, but very firm and taut.

By this time, apparently feeling the inexorable passions mounting gradually, Swati had accepted another inch of my penis in her mouth and was running the flat of her tongue over and over the bottom of it. There was still plenty of shaft remaining outside her mouth and she had wrapped her dainty fist around it, steadily pumping it, keeping time with the steady rhythm that Radha maintained in guiding Swati's head back and forth, back and forth. It was maddening!

I don't know how Radha managed to divorce that part of her steady rhythmic push and pull movements of her hands on Swati's cheeks with what I was doing with her breast, but she kept it going without at break, sighed some more and whimpered, "Do the other one, suck this one please!"

I moved away to the other one, wallowing in their softness and sucking in so deep that I could feel the nipple grazing against the back of my mouth. 

Unconsciously, I tightened my grip on Swati's breasts and heard her emitting a half-strangled cry. In turn, she clamped her lips down harder on my prick and on her own now, began to pick up the pace.

Realizing that Swati had accomplished her own rhythm, Radha let her hands slip up and around my head, drawing me closer to her breasts.




The Sexy SIL Ch. 04



Swati is a schoolteacher, just like Sunita is. And hardly a couple of days after our marathon at Mina's farmhouse, she called me up from her school in the evening.

"Hi May," she greeted me. "I've missed the bus. Could you pick me up?"

I could hear noises in the background. I smiled to myself. I mean, how can you be so innocuously simple? 

Radha's bosom pal, Mina was visiting with her husband and their pals, so the farmhouse was out. Radha also had some work to be finished and had to stay at the office with Dilip. 

To add to this was the presence of my younger sister, Sheetal and her husband, Uday who had come visiting. Uday had a few seminars in the city and Sheetal hadn't visited us for quite a while now. Though I could have easily managed to get away from home, I did want to spend some time with Uday and Sheetal. Moreover, Sunita had insisted that I stay back at home with Sheetal when Uday would go out for his seminars.

"After all, I have to go to school. I've no leave left for now and you can always manage to postpone your visits to your clients," Sunita had announced. 

It was the same with Swati. Her husband was away on one of those usual tours. That guy was hardly home for a week in a month – that is, if he was lucky. 

"Hey, that's great. Where will you be waiting?" I spoke into the mouthpiece, glancing at Sheetal.

I detected a kind of an excitement in Swati's voice. "I'll be right at the gate."

"Be there in fifteen minutes," I told her.

"Who was it?" my sister asked me, looking up from the newspaper.

Sheetal looked up at me after dragging her eyes away from the TV. Uday had left for work in the afternoon and Sheetal was watching some dumb soap. Sunita, of course was at school.

"A pal of mine. He's got some inside dope on my competitor. Hope its enough for me to cut him down on the quote I've to give tomorrow."

It's strange how excuses and justifications come so easily when you need them. 

"What time will you be back?"

"A couple of hours at least, perhaps. I'll give you a call before I leave from my pal's place." I replied, already slipping on my shoes. "Why?"

"I'm thinking that perhaps I should go visit yours. As it is, I've some time on my hands and Sunita told me she isn't likely to return before six in the evening. Or maybe I'll just ask your in-laws if they did like to come down here."

"Sure thing, baby. Tell you what, just give a ring to Sunita at the school and let her know about your program as well as mine. I'll take the spare key. If you go over to the's place, just pull the door and remember to turn the latch, okay?"

Without waiting for a reply, I walked out, feeling on top of the world. 

And yes, I was feeling horny too!

******

She was wearing a green sari and matching blouse. It was the teachers uniform in that school. She was standing under a huge mango tree by the side of the gate when I drove up. A couple of kids were chatting with her.

She wished them goodbye and hurried over to the car. She banged the door shut as she got in, smiling crookedly at me.

"Hi!"

I released the gear and the car shot off.

"Long time no see, huh?" I asked hoarsely, glancing at her quickly. 

"Yes, I guess," she replied. "Radha's busy, or so she told me."

"Must be," I said. "She hasn't contacted me."

She was quiet and stared through the windshield as I increased speed.

"What's the matter?" I asked, sensing that something had upset her.

"Well," she hesitated. "I – I was wondering if, well you know, I was sort of wondering if the two of you..."

I laughed. "Hey, knock it off. I mean if we were going to get together, we would surely want you to join."

She sighed. "Truth?"

"But of course," I told her, slipping one hand off the steering and patting her knee. "Why do you ask?"

Very slowly, she spread her legs apart, allowing me to gently caress her sari-clad knee.

"The two of you do it very often, don't you?"

This was a new angle altogether. I suddenly realized that perhaps Swati was jealous of Radha's relationship with me. I also realized that Swati and me never had gotten together all on our own. The only time we had was along with Radha.

I was right, because, Swati whispered, "We never did it together without her, did we?"

I felt my prick straining inside my pants. I stole a glance at her. She was hunched forward, her elbows on her knees and was totally ignoring the fact that the border of her green sari had fell off her shoulders for me to get a pretty clear view of the rather low-necked blouse and the glimpse of her white bra. I suppose she was wearing some sort of a push up bra because her breasts seemed to be rather pushed together and her cleavage seemed to be much longer that I had known it to be. 

"You want to?" I whispered back, letting my hand slide down over her thighs.

She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs. She closed her legs together, trapping my hand there.

"Oh god, yes!" she replied.

"Where?"

She did not hesitate, which proved what I had thought earlier: she had planned all this before calling me up.

"My place," she said breathlessly. "Suresh has left for his usual tour and won't be back for a few days. The kids are at school."

Her place was about five miles from here and I reached it under four minutes. While I drove with one hand on the steering, I let my other hand squeeze her between her legs, making her moan and gasp. She gave back. I mean, she grabbed my bulge with one hand and we fondled and kneaded each other till I braked in the parking lot of her apartment.

My mind went back to the first time I had taken Radha at her apartment. Boy, I had come a long way!

We were not in the kind of position that Radha and me had been the first time. We had already seen each other do damn nearly everything. Goddamn it, we had a real threesome and there was nothing we didn't know about each other's bodies. 

When she unlocked the door with shaking hands after we got off the elevator that we had to share with an old woman, who insisted on gossiping with Swati, I entered first and looked back as she closed and locked the door behind her.

Even before she would slip off her sandals, I walked over to her and grabbing her waist, drew her to me and sank my mouth over hers. Her arms flew around my shoulders and she tightened the grip as I shoved my tongue inside her mouth, thrusting my hips forward to press my bulge against her belly.

We moved together towards the sofa, my hands lifting her sari up over her legs and around her waist. I cupped her panty-covered mound and squeezed. She pulled her mouth off mine and whispered,

"No, not here, not here. I want you to fuck me on my bed!"

No problems there, I thought, letting her push me towards their bedroom. The double bed was positioned right in the middle of the room and I ignored the layout because she pushed me onto the bed and flung herself on top of me. 

Her breasts mashed against my chest as she kissed me, sucking avidly on my tongue, her fingers working furiously at my pants. 

I had pulled her sari out of the petticoat and was pushing her panties down her hips when I felt her tugging at my pants. I managed to lift my hips (even though she was lying on top of me, she didn't weigh all that much) and she pulled my pants along with my shorts down my legs.

"Ahhhhh!" I sighed when she took hold of my erect shaft with both her hands. She jerked on it furiously, continuing to kiss me and suck on my tongue. I guess Radha had taught her to kiss this way: wet, tongue to tongue, occasionally pull back to lick the lips...

She moaned into my mouth when I cupped her naked mound after having got her panties off. She was sopping wet there; and her kissing got fiercer. 

I brought my hands up over her back and fumbled with the hooks of her blouse. Unsnapping them, I pulled together the straps of her bra and opened its hooks as well so that when she arched her back up and off my body, I could pull both the garments out.

Her firm breasts sprung out like a pair of ripe melons. The nipples were erect already and as she crouched over my body again, I took one engorged pink nipple in my mouth, taking hold of the other breast with both my hands.

She jerked my shaft steadily with one hand and cupped my scrotum with her other.

When I stuffed the other breast into my mouth, she groaned and suddenly rose over my body, reaching down to seize my prick in one hand and direct it towards her slit.

"Oh god, oh god, put it inside!" she cried out.

I pushed one hand below and held the base of my shaft while searching for her opening with the fingers of my other hand.

I thrust my hips up and bang! I was in right to the hilt inside her hot pussy, making her cry out louder and clutch my shoulders. She arched her back as she sat on my legs and that made her breasts thrust out.

I seized those melons and she now began to raise and lower herself on my shaft. It was delightful, all right. It felt like my dick was surrounded with a warm, smooth clamp and she began riding me.

I suppose she was really heated up, because rarely had she pumped a few times than she suddenly went rigid, threw her head back and stifled a scream. I felt her hot juices washing my dick as she came for the first time.

"Oh my God!" she whimpered, "And I thought it was only my husband who gets off so quickly! You are really amazing!"

As she slacked off, I grabbed her hips and rolled over till I was lying on top of her lithe body.

"Oh yes, oh, oh, again, yes, do it again," she muttered as I arranged myself in the missionary position. This time I didn't have to guide my prick inside her. She was wide open and wet and ready. I thrust smoothly inside her.

"Ugghhh, Hmmmm, ooohh, yes, yes, faster, faster!"

I gripped her swollen breasts, squeezing them hard and began to thrust in and out of her, rapidly increasing the pace. I felt her heels digging into my buttocks and her fingers rake my back as I banged and pumped wildly into her.

She was wet, hot and wide open down there and I had no difficulty in keeping up the wild and fast pace. I changed angles as often as possible, eager to give it to her from everywhere and wanting to feel every part of her delicious pussy with my shaft.

I pushed one hand below our heaving bodies and searched her clit. It was pretty easy because it was as erect as my shaft and when I found it, I began to twist and manipulate the hard nub from one side to the other before settling down to rub my finger up and down the length of her slit that wasn't stuffed with my prick.

My belly slapped against hers, making a loud noise in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

"Oh god, you are so...so...w-won—uhh-yes, yes, I-I am c-c-cum-cumming!" she screamed.

Her thighs clamped me like a vice and she shuddered and wailed as she came yet again, pulling my face deep into her breasts. 

I licked, sucked, kissed, kneaded and fondled her breasts as she thrashed around me.

"Oh, oh, May, oh my god, you are...I never...it's sooooo good, so good..."

She crumpled beneath me and I gently slid my still hard prick out of her wet pussy.

As I kissed her mouth, she took my shaft in her hands.

"Mmmm...you, you have still not come!" she said wondrously. 

"I've got a confession to make," I told her sheepishly, my voice muffled by her breasts. 

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

I decided to press her on. "Well, you know how Radha likes it."

"How?"

"Aw, well, she has done that so regularly, I kind of have gotten addicted to it."

"What is it?" she asked again.

"I've kind of gotten used to watching my cum all over her," I confessed.

It was true. Recently, even Sunita had been surprised that I was managing to hold myself back after her orgasm only to have her masturbate me over her belly.

Try it. I guarantee it is addictive.

I had raised my head to watch Swati as I made my confession and she grinned, manipulating my prick back and forth with her fingers.

"I'd love it," she told me, jerking my dick faster. "But I've a confession to make as well. I loved it when you got that cock of yours between my tits. I maybe not that big there like Radha, but god, that feeling of your pole sliding between my tits and the sight of it really blew my mind!"

I pulled myself up the bed, turning towards her. She turned towards me as well so that we were facing each other. I bent my left knee and she rolled over onto it, her breasts scant inches away from my dick.

I pushed her hair back because I wanted to watch her face. She hefted a breast on my thigh and I let my prick lie against it. With her other hand, she placed the other breast atop the first, trapping my prick between them.

"Like?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Great," I answered hoarsely, beginning to pump my buttocks up and down.

I felt my dick surrounded by that wonderful pliant flesh of her breasts and I leaned down, cupped her chin and kissed her mouth.

She began to move along with me: up my body when I drew my prick back between her breasts and down when I thrust it up in the delightful tunnel. She brought her shoulders together and that only increased the friction on my dick against the inner walls of her breasts.

"Fuck them, May, fuck my tits! Yes, yes, like that, oh yes, don't slow down, faster, faster, fuck them, aahhhh..." 

She moaned when I pushed a finger inside her pussy. She raised her left leg high up in the air to allow me more access and now, as I shafted her breasts, I also began to let my finger move in and out of her wet pussy.

"Like this, baby?" I whispered through my clenched teeth as I increased the pace of both, my dick between her breasts and my finger inside her pussy.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck my cunt with your fingers! Like that, ah God, ugghhh..." 

I clenched my teeth, feeling my juices run up into my shaft while hers surrounded my finger. 

She pulled her lips away from mine, and bent down to watch my prick sliding in and out of her cleavage.

"Give it to my tits, oh yes, ah yes, faster, faster, oh god yes! Fuck them, fuck them, fuck my tits!" she cried out.

"Oh god, Swati, I'm going to come!" I warned her.

She bent down further and managed to take the tip of my shaft in her mouth when it appeared from the top of her velvety breasts on each upstroke. 

I pushed her onto her back pulling my finger out of her pussy and crouched over her supple body, pumping my dick in that tunnel faster and faster, squeezing those melons together harder. She grabbed my thighs and I let out a hoarse cry.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang! I came in a sudden torrent, the juices leaping out of my dick to splatter her chin, and then dropping down along her cleavage.

"Oh yes, oh god, oh, oh, oh my god!" I yelled.

She ducked down to take my shuddering dick back into her mouth and sucked on it furiously as though trying to infuse fresh life back into it.

Needless to mention, her efforts were futile.

I was drained out!

******

We sat on the dining table beside each other, sipping the cappuccino she made. Waist up, we were in the nude. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from her breasts and she couldn't keep her hands off my prick, which I had tucked away inside my shorts.

"Hmmm, I just love your cock," she muttered, sliding her hands inside the waistband of my shorts and fondling my dick.

I lowered the coffee mug onto the table and grinned at her. Gently, I cupped her breasts and kneaded them.

"Really?"

"I swear," she answered. "You have such a beautiful cock: nice and thick."

"It's so because it's hard again," I laughed.

She set her cup on the table and leaned down and sideways to nestle her face in my lap. She pulled my shorts down to expose my hard prick and fondled it lovingly, letting it rub her chin.

"It's amazing you can get it up so soon," she sighed.

"Suck it," I told her, squeezing her breasts gently.

She laid her chin on my thighs and shuffled upwards to flick her tongue daintily over my prick. Her hands cupped my balls and she licked my shaft until it was wet and hard as before.

"I said, suck, not lick," I told her, pinching her rosy nipples, making her moan.

She brought her head back, opened her mouth wide and slid down, enveloping my dick all the way in.

God, had she learned fast! No fooling around with just a quarter of the length inside her mouth: she just took the entire length right inside her mouth, the glans lodging in her throat.

She was almost as good as Radha, I thought, groaning as she worked her head up and down, sucking my shaft like it was a tiny lollypop. Her tongue got into the act as well and she began to run it over the hard flesh even as she took a quarter of it in her throat.

Continuing to knead her breast with one hand, I pushed the other hand down her smooth back and thrust it inside her panties. I gripped her buttocks, kneading them, keeping time with the same rhythm that I was massaging her breasts.

She pulled my dick out and shuffled forward. Our chairs rocked dangerously when she pulled herself up to kiss my mouth. I could taste myself on her lips and her tongue.

The way she was leaning, my dick was close against her breasts. She jerked on it to slap it against her breasts. While she sucked on my tongue, she pushed the tip of my shaft against her nipple and rubbed it between her breasts as well.

"Let's fuck," she murmured, drawing back.

I rose and stepped away from the table. She rose too, but spun around, gripping her chair by the arms and jamming the backrest against the table.

"From the back, give it to me from behind," she gasped.

She rested her arms on the chair, supporting the weight of her body on her elbows after slipping out of her panties and having turned her back to me again.

I shucked out my shorts and bending down, grabbed her knees. I lifted her legs off the floor and supported her by the waist till she had wrapped her legs around my back, clasping them together as tightly as possible.

I let go of her waist and there she was, suspended like that, her legs around my back, elbows on the chair. I slipped my hands under her to grab her swinging breasts and thrust my erect dick into her.

"Ahhhhh fuck!" she cried out when I slammed inside her, pushing her forward.

My eyes literally rolled back in my head and growling, I twisted her breasts almost cruelly with my hands.

The table creaked rhythmically as I slammed in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and wide open and she had this amazing control over it. When my dick was completely inside her, she would tighten her pussy muscles, gripping me tightly.

She twisted her neck around to watch me pounding back and forth into her. Her face was stretched in fierce concentration, her eyes fixed on my lower belly.

"Oh yes, you do that so good! That's more like it, lover, only slam that deeper inside my cunt, ah yes, oh that feels so good, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

I kept the rhythm going for almost five minutes till drops of my sweat rolled off from my forehead onto her back. Since hardly about half an hour had elapsed since we had both come in the bedroom, I knew we would be requiring more time to get off. 

"Oh god, Swati, you are so tight there! I want to suck on your tits!"

I slowed down and she stopped pushing her buttocks back at me. Gently, almost reluctantly, I disengaged and stood back.

She brought her feet to the floor and spun around all in one swift movement, her hair flying wildly over her head and covering her face. She turned to me and gripping the armrest of the chair, she lowered herself on it, this time facing me. She pushed her hair off her face.

I watched her as she raised her knees, spreading her legs and then tucked her feet inside the arms of the chair. She was now sort of squatting on the chair, knees on it and wide open to reveal her twinkling pussy, her breasts heaving.




The Sexy SIL Ch. 04



"Okay, lover, get over here and fuck me like this so you can suck on my tits as well," she said.

I wasn't surprised at her actions at all. After all, she had Radha as her tutor and they had spent considerable time together.

I shuffled forward, my face barely a foot away from hers. I had to crouch slightly to get my prick in level with her pussy. She took hold of my prick in one hand as I adjusted myself between her thighs and guided she guided me inside her pussy. 

We thrust toward each other simultaneously and she moaned when I was buried to the hilt. My prick was already wet with her juices and was lubricated well enough for me to immediately commence the to and fro movements. Our bellies smacked together. I groaned and dipped my head down to bury my face between her jiggling breasts. I inhaled her smell emanating from her cleavage. After I had come all over and between her breasts, she had wiped them with a wet towel and all I could smell now was her womanly smell and the smell of her sweat. 

"Hmmm, uh, uh, ugghhh, ahh yes!" she cried shrilly. 

I latched onto her swollen nipple, suckling voraciously, trying to stuff her entire breast into my mouth. I pinched and twisted her other nipple even as she arched her glorious chest out at me.

She shuffled back into the chair and raised her legs up into the air to wrap them around the small of my back. I was really hitting her very deeply now. 

She encircled my shoulder with one hand and slid the other from the sides to fondle my scrotum.

"Aargghhh, uhh, mmmmm, oh, oh, oh god, oh god, fuck harder, May, fuck me harder, harder, ah yes, ah yes," she panted, beginning to raise and lower her buttocks rapidly, signaling the onset of her orgasm.

I licked and laved her breasts, mauling them roughly as I complied, thrusting wildly to keep time with her thrusts. 

She cried out so loudly that I thought the neighbors would rush in, and arching her whole body up and almost off the chair, suddenly went still.

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, May, May, oh my god, oh, fuck, fuck, y-yes, y-yes, oh y-yes, yes, YES!"

Once more I felt her juices washing my shaft and I continued to pound into her long after her legs slid down limply.

A couple of more minutes of slamming in and out of her pussy and I knew I was ready as well. 

"I want you to come on my tits!" she wailed.

Hurriedly I pulled my dick out of her soppy pussy, pushing her down by grabbing her shoulders. Her firm breasts were now level with my throbbing prick and without hesitation she grabbed it and placed it between them. She pushed them together and I rocked up and down, sending my wet prick sliding through her cleavage.

My prick was already wet with her juices and it glided smoothly in the valley of her breasts. I grabbed her hands and pulled them apart, in effect, separating her breasts from each other. I wanted to watch my prick making love to her cleavage. I pinched her nipples and increased the pace of my thrusts.

And then, no longer able to take it any more, I pushed her breasts together again, trapping my prick in the delightful valley.

"I'm coming, Swati, I'm coming, coming, coming..."

"Yes, yes, come, lover, come all over my tits, yes, come, come all over them," she encouraged me.

Who was I to deny her?

My juices leapt out from my prick. This time around there wasn't much force and the viscous liquid pooled around the top of her cleavage.

She pulled her breasts apart, allowing me to slide my erupting prick back and forth in the tunnel. When I was sure I had emptied myself, I pulled myself up and offered my prick for her to suck. She took it deep inside her mouth and I watched her cheeks hollowing and expanding as she gave it all her attention.

Her hands were busy spreading my juices over her breasts and nipples.

Holding the back of her head with my prick deep inside her vacuum-like mouth, I pulled her off the chair and dragged her down on the floor.

We lay on the floor like that for a long time.

******

I was feeling good as I drove back to my apartment. Whistling tunelessly, I thought about how lucky I was to have fulfilled a fantasy that I had never thought of fulfilling even in my wildest dreams. 

It had been real good. Swati's kids had come from school after we just had recovered enough to dress up. We were sitting in the living room, sipping yet some more of her cappuccino and talking about more plans when we heard the doorbell ring.

She opened the door for the kids and after the formality of meeting me and saying 'Hi' they gulped down their coffees, and soon rushed out for their evening games.

"They have to play in the ground below the building," Swati told me, walking towards the french windows.

I had joined her and together we watched as the daughter joined a group of girls to play 'hide 'n seek' and the son joined a dozen other kids to play football.

"Its time, Swati," I announced.

She glanced at me and smiled, revealing her pearly teeth. "Thanks so much," she told me.

I laughed. "I guess I should be saying that."

She was dressed in a simple housedress, a kind of a one-piece frock. It didn't help any that it had a pretty low neckline and aided by the way she had bunched her hair into a ponytail, she looked like a schoolgirl. 

"One more time?" I whispered huskily, walking to stand behind her.

And as we peered outside the windows at the kids playing below, I had bunched up the frock, slipped her panties down her thighs, fished out my prick from the fly and guided it inside her pussy from behind.

She clutched the windowsill and crouched there, whispering below her breath to 'fuck me, yes harder, oh you are amazing!'

I continued to watch the kids in the yard below and pumped in and out steadily into her.

This time I ejaculated over her buttocks.

Yes, it had been good, but I realized that I was still missing Radha. Though I knew I couldn't possibly see her today, as I had to get home, I couldn't resist calling her on her cell when I was driving back.

"Hi May!" I got weak in my knees when I heard her voice. That's what she did to me.

"Hey, where are you these days?"

She laughed. "Right now, I'm sitting by myself in the office, waiting for Dilip to get back from his site where he and his staff have gone since the morning."

"Maybe I should have given you company," I mocked her.

"If I had known what time he was to get back, I would have been the first to call you since the office has been deserted from the morning save for me."

"Poor girl," I said, cajolingly. 

"It's been almost six hours that I've been sitting alone and just think how many things we could have done in all that time!"

"What about Mina?" I asked. 

"Oh well, she intends to be in her farmhouse with her husband and their friends for at least another week," she groaned. "And I'm finishing up with my work tonight. What a pity! If Mina wasn't there, we could have met at the farmhouse tomorrow. Or are you busy? I've heard that your sister and her husband are extending their stay."

"You know that wouldn't be a problem since I could always get away long enough for us to meet again."

"Long enough isn't long enough for me," she giggled. "Anyway, from where are you calling?"

"I'm on my way home," I told her. "And guess what?"

"You are jerking off?" she asked mischievously. 

"I would have if there wasn't so much traffic on the road," I laughed. "Are you?"

"What the hell do you think? I just don't seem to be getting those events on that day at the farmhouse out of my mind, not forgetting the times we have spent before that. I reckon I'm going to have a sore pussy tonight."

I grinned. That was Radha, alright. "No, baby, I mean I'm coming from just having fucked Swati at her place."

"What the hell?" she cried.

"Hold on, hold on. She initiated it. Apparently she was feeling horny and I happened to be around to pick her up from school.

"What did you guys do?" she asked breathlessly.

And so, as I drove, I gave her a detailed and a pretty graphic description of what Swati and me had down. By the time I reached the apartment, I swear I had another hard on!

I parked the car in the garage and walked over to the elevator.

I heard the TV before I could ring the bell and decided to open the door with my key. I walked into the empty living room with just the TV blaring out some rock and roll song and no audience in the living room to hear it.

That was when I heard someone muttering in the guest room. I crept towards the door and peeped through the little opening between it and the doorjamb.

"Oh god, I can never do that with the wife!" 

I couldn't fail to recognize Dilip's voice, even if it was heavily laden with desire.

"You think I can do this with Swati?"

That was Suresh's voice, equally lust-laden. He was also panting with exertion.

It was pretty dark in the room because the heavy curtains were drawn over the window. But I could make out their shapes all right. I had a clear side view of the proceedings on the bed at the far side of the room.

Suresh was lying on his back as my kid sister rode him, her back facing his sweating face. Her head was turned away from me because Dilip was standing on the floor on that side, pumping his dick in and out of her mouth.

I was shocked. For one, I had never imagined my sister to be involved with these guys. Two, Dilip was supposed to be at his office and Suresh on tour. Three, I hadn't ever dreamt that my kid sister would be getting it from two guys simultaneously.

I strained my eyes to get a clearer picture. Sure enough, Sheetal was holding the base of Dilip's prick, stuffing it into her mouth as she bounced up and down over Suresh's prick. While Dilip fondled one bare breast, Suresh kneaded the other.

Dilip drew back and used his shaft to slap her face with, laughing. "This is how you have always liked it, huh? You like to suck on it and swallow all the come, huh?"

"Oh come on," she replied, gasping for breath as she rode Suresh faster. "You know you guys can't keep it up with your wives and it was me who taught you how to last longer and have a greater time, didn't I?"

Suresh let out a raspy laugh. "Hey, we were discussing that. Why is it that we can do all this only with you and not yet with our wives?"

She laughed throatily. "That, you need to find out for yourself."

She leaned down and snapped at Dilip's prick and he pretended to pull it away from her mouth. Finally, he did allow her to take it into her mouth. His hands went behind her head and he urged her to suck him harder.

Strangely, I was not enjoying all this. I have always got turned on whenever I thought of two guys giving it to one woman at the same time and here I was watching a live show. Yet, I was feeling empty.

It was a feeling I couldn't really understand. 

Detachedly, I watched Sheetal being pushed onto her back on the bed and Dilip climbing atop her naked body, reaching down to guide his prick inside her. Suresh walked gingerly over to the other side of the bed, his prick wet with her juices and pushed it against her lips.

I heard her moan when Dilip began thrusting in and out of her and Suresh soon established the rhythm, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth.

As I watched them, I suddenly realized that in the end, everything has to have a balance.

I was making it with my sisters.

It was a question of balance.

Sheetal was making it with her brothers.

Like brother, like sister?

I stepped away and let myself out of the flat noiselessly, not wanting to disturb them.

I rode down the elevator and got into my car. I gunned the engine and drove slowly over to my wife's school, prepared to wait at the gate for as long as it would take her to come out after the school was over.

I didn't want to take even the rare chance that Sunita might leave earlier than usual and disturb the meeting of thes at our flat. 

All else would come later.

As of now, it was just a question of balance.

******



The Sexy SIL



"Well, are you really sure about the 'anything' part?"

"Just try me," she replied defiantly.

"Okay," I shrugged and cleared my throat again. "But before I tell you how you could pay me back, twice remember, I want you to understand that you can back out anytime you want and there would be no hard feelings. Besides," I rushed on before she could interrupt, "this remains between us irrespective of whether you could thank me back or not. I just don't want to be misunderstood."

She looked at me for a long time, so long, that I began to get uncomfortable. She must have realized what I was getting at. We had had enough hints in the past. 

"What would it be," she finally replied, her voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible, "that could be so, so difficult as to warrant these conditions?"

I gave a short, nervous laugh. "It's really nothing extraordinary, Radha. I mean it isn't beyond you. I am not going to ask for something that's impossible. Don't worry about that. You know me better than that."

"That I do," she said. Then, after some time, she said, "Okay, you've got yourselves a deal. I completely understand the terms and conditions."

That made us laugh and then, there was silence again. 

"Well?" she prompted. 

"Would you," I began tentatively, "I-I mean would you... if you don't mind, er, I mean..."

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Either you are asking something that you think is weird or you are still a kid at heart. I mean, I remember stuttering like that when I used to ask for the chocolates from Mum when I was a little girl!"

It was like that, I thought. Like asking chocolates, only, it wasn't chocolates and it wasn't mom. 

"You won't get pissed off?" I insisted again.

"Well! No. Not at all - now come on and get it out of you."

"Well...you, I mean you are going to change that...that er, I mean that b-bra, aren't you?"

She was puzzled and also a bit embarrassed. "Yes. Isn't that the purpose of this whole exercise? And isn't that the main reason I promised to that I would have to thank you back?"

"Well...okay, I mean, could you let me, er, help you to take it off and put on the other one?" I blurted. There. I had finally said it, and I felt hot under the collar. I had either blown up our relationship, or I had hit pay dirt.

She fumbled with her hands, looking down at them, blushing. She brought one hand up to adjust her sari over her chest and stole a glance at me.

"B-but why that?" she queried.

I couldn't possibly tell her that it would be a very erotic situation and maybe it would help her get as horny as I was getting and that it could eventually help break down the barrier between fantasy and reality.

"Whew," I breathed. "I was expecting a slap!"

She giggled nervously. "Is that what you really want to do? I – I mean its most unusual."

That it was, I guess. 

"I mean, pardon me if I am getting too personal, is that what you like to do with your wife? Or is it a fantasy?"

I laughed. "No, no. I've never done that either to my wife or to any another woman. I well, I just thought, considering the circumstances, that would be a proper quid pro..."

She laughed, cutting me off mid-sentence. 

"You think I'm a weirdo?" I asked.

She stopped laughing and I could feel her eyes on me. "No, not at all. Though, I could say that it's pretty devious!"

She said it lightly and I didn't press it. There was silence again. "Well, that's one return of the first thank you."

My heart began to hammer and the response between my legs wasn't too far behind either. 

"Gee," I muttered, trying to imitate a kid's excitement. "You mean you would let me do that?"

"Depends on the other returnable thank you," she said.

"I'll let you know about it in good time, okay?" I said, somewhat confidently, now that the ice had been broken.

She looked away from me and out of the window. There were hardly any streetlights outside and it was pretty dark.

"Hey look," I said, "if this makes you either angry or uncomfortable, lets just drop it, okay?"

"I brought up the subject of returning the 'thank you' didn't I?" she murmured, still looking out. 

I managed a laugh, afraid that she may back out. 

"And," she continued in the same tone, "you aren't asking me something that is impossible to give."

"Well," I said, "think about it. As I said, this is just between you and me. No misunderstandings, right?"

She looked at me dubiously, the flush still there on her face. I was too excited, so much so, I couldn't decide whether to peek at her heaving chest or at her pretty face. I fervently hoped that she too was just as exited as I was. By the look on her face and the increased heaving of her large breast, I concluded that she was.

The rest of the drive was made in utter silence. I don't know what she was thinking about, but all I could see in my mind were her bare breasts...

When I finally drove into the parking area of the building, she whispered, "Okay, May. I guess its okay."

I tried to appear casual as I locked up the car. But I could feel that sudden tingly feeling I usually got when I am aroused. 

"That's good of you," I said as we got into the elevator. I was aware of her closeness and I could smell those sweet smells emanating from her. 

Her hands were trembling when she unlocked the door to the apartment. So, I thought, she's pretty much in the same condition as I was.

She laughed, a high, nervous laugh, when she couldn't insert the key in the slot. On the third attempt, she finally slid the key in and unlocked the door.

I followed her inside and when she flipped the lights on, I locked the door behind me. She glanced at me when I did that, blushing, that strange look back in her eyes.

She hung the key on the holder while I pocketed the car keys. She stood there for a while and then, hesitantly turned around, walking inside.

"My clothes are in the bedroom."

I followed her to the bedroom where she flipped on a table lamp, which admitted a dim light at one corner just by the side of the mirrored dressing table. 

I had been to this room several times, though, not alone only with her in the apartment. There always was Dilip, or their daughter or mys present.

There was a large double bed in the center with the usual side tables at the bedstead. Bolted to the wall above the head stead was a powder-coated grill encompassing the entire width of the bed. The large wardrobe lined one side of the wall. The other wall opened into a balcony through French doors. The other corner had a door that lead into the bathroom.

Trying to be as nonchalant as I could, I lowered myself on the edge of the bed and watched her walk over rather unsteadily to the wardrobe. She opened the one in the centre, revealing various separate compartments. One was filled up with her dresses that she wore when with the family, all lined neatly, hanging from blue plastic hangers. By its side, I could see quite a lot of saris, neatly folded and kept on top of each other in two columns. Just above them were the various blouses and tops. There was another compartment for her gowns and housedresses and directly above it was the one reserved for her undergarments. 

"I – I will have to check for the closest matching one," she croaked and then cleared her throat. 

I glanced at my watch. Twenty minutes since we had left the hotel, so I said, "Take your time. We are running on schedule. And since I have already told Akshay that I would pick him up, he will wait, even if it's late."

I bit my tongue when I said the last part about being late. Why should we be late? It sounded ominous; as if this little thing between us was going to take us a lot of time. After all, on the surface, we had agreed that I should change her bra and nothing else, so there was no point in us taking any additional time.

"Oh, I-I am s-sure w-we won't be late," she stammered, drawing out a pair of pink bra from the closet. She laughed nervously, "I mean, why should it be late?"

"I-I didn't mean it that way," I replied rather lamely.

"Does this match?" she handed over to me the bra, which I took in my trembling hands. It was as flimsy as the one she was wearing, but it was perfect as far the matching part of it was concerned.

"Swell," I replied huskily. The bra had laces all around it and naturally there was no wire rope underneath. Her breasts did not need any support; neither did they need to be pushed up.

She made her way slowly to stand in front of the mirror that was pretty close to the bed where I was seated and reached behind her to unbutton her blouse after pulling her hair to one side of her shoulders. 

"No, not that part," I said getting off the bed.

She froze, looking questioningly at me in the mirror.

I grinned. "That's my job as well, right? I want to change the bra, which was the understanding. And that includes removing the blouse as well."

She blushed, averting her eyes away from mine and I took the two steps so that I was standing about a couple of feet behind her. 

The border of the sari had fallen away from her shoulder lying atop her hair and tied as it was at the waist, the end dropped to the floor. There is no sight more erotic than the back of a woman, her sari uncovered from the top but concealing completely what lay beneath the waist, the tiny patch of blouse revealing the midriff and the top (or rather) the back of her neck and the glimpse of the bra under the blouse. Her waist was narrow in stark contrast to the width above and under it. Her skin was creamy and looked real soft.

I hesitated, wondering whether I really wanted to go through this. If my wife, or her husband found out, there would be hell to pay. But having fantasized about her for so many years and lusted for her, I dismissed all such thoughts away from my mind and reached out for the row of the tiny buttons that held her blouse together.

My hands shook when I tried to get the top button off. The blouse was quite tight as evidenced by the way that the front of her amazing chest pushed and strained outwards. She hunched her shoulders, pulled them together and whispered, 

"You will have to pull the blouse together to get those buttons off."

That meant I had to shove my hands, except the thumbs, inside the blouse from the top. When I did that, I felt her shudder at the first contact of the back of my hand on her bare skin.

Her skin was slightly moist, but very, very smooth. I pulled the blouse together and pulled out the first button with my thumbs. My hands started to lower as I succeeded in getting off one button after the other till the blouse lay open.

"I guess you will have to push your hands in front of you so that the blouse will come off," I said, aware that my voice was hushed and off key.

She was still looking down at the floor when she extended her hands in front of her to allow me to slide the blouse over her hands.

The damaged cup fell off her breast and the strap slipped off her shoulder to reveal the entire flesh.

If I were to just rub my hips together, I am sure I would have ejaculated. I was aroused now, beyond the point of return. Her breast was big: very big. Perfectly shaped, no sag, creamy and looking soft, she had big areola and the big nipple was, I assumed, erect.

She would have had to be frigid if she weren't aroused by now. The entire situation and what was happening now was very erotic and sensual.

Though one cup and one strap of the bra were not in place, the rest of the bra still clung to her other breast.

I unhooked the bra, and this time my hands weren't shaking; rather, I was desperate to get the bra out and gaze at her awesome breasts.

She still held her hands extended in front of her and that pushed her breasts together, emphasizing the cleavage. 

My mind suddenly went back to a discussion that Dilip and I had more than a decade ago in the balcony of their old apartment. We had a few beers, Radha was staying with her parents and our discussions were mainly about our sex lives.

He had told me how enthusiastic and eager she was for sex. 

"I'm telling you, man, there was this time when I was working at my desk late at night and she was sleeping on the bed, the blanket drawn right up to her chin. About an hour after I had started my work, she must have got impatient, because she just called out my name softly. I turned in my chair to look at her and what do you know? In one fluid movement she jerked the blanket completely off her body and oh god, she was stark naked! End of work!"

He had regaled me with other instances as well. I was holding back a bit about me because after all, my wife was his sister and it looked extremely out of place for me to relate to him my adventures or anecdotes with my wife. Though, I did tell him (after he had asked me) that yes, my wife does go down on me but I have never ejaculated in her mouth or any other part of her body except maybe her belly sometimes.

"You are missing a lot, pal," he had laughed. "Radha? Oh man, she loves to get plastered if you know what I mean. I was amazed when she worked out one position that I had never known to exist. She had me straddle her belly, or rather crouch over her. She asked me to lay my boner between her tits and then, trapping them there, she tells me to go on and pump. Shit, man, that was great. As a matter of fact, even to date it still is. And when I pumped forward to send my dick surging up between her tits, she would take my glans in her mouth! When I couldn't hold back any longer, she urged me on, refusing to let go till I creamed – into her mouth, between her tits and partly on her face! Shit, that really is great! You should try that with your wife sometime."

It was new to me as well and yes, I did take his advice and as a result, up to this day, it remains one of my favorite positions. Only, I still don't come in my wife's mouth or on her breasts.

But when Dilip had spoken to me about this, we had been a lot younger than we were today. In fact, that was the only time we had spoken in such graphic detail about our sex life.

However, what he had told me had remained fixed in my mind and perhaps that was when Radha had started appearing in my fantasies. I always visualized my penis sandwiched between her fabulous breasts when I would ejaculate and breasts took a totally different meaning all together. Because from that day on, the first thing that I began to notice in women that I met (or passed by in the streets) were breasts!

And here I was, barely a couple of feet away from her and her naked breasts totally exposed. My eyes were glued at their reflection in the mirror. She was still facing it and I was still standing behind her.

Finally, she shook her hands to allow the blouse and the bra to slide down to the floor.

"I reckon you will now put on that bra," she said in a small, hoarse voice. Her eyes drifted up and settled onto mine and we looked at each other for a long time.

"The bra," she reminded me again.

Dumbly, my eyes still holding hers, I reached out blindly behind me and picked up the bra from the bed. 

"Do you know how it is to be worn?" she asked attempting a gay laugh that didn't quite come off.

"There's always a first time, I suppose," I replied.

"I guess men know how a bra is to be taken off, not how it is worn," she whispered.

"Let me try," I answered, unconvincingly. I really did not want to proceed to the next step of covering her breasts back inside the bra.

She stretched her hands in front of her and I slid the bra over them. Her eyes locked on mine again as I pulled the bra up till the cups covered her breasts. I pulled the back of the bra together to try to slide the first hook in place and realized that her breasts were still not completely enveloped by the cups. 

I had often watched my wife heft her breasts into the cups before reaching behind to fasten the bra and I knew that I would have to do the same thing here.

"Okay, here goes," I whispered and slid my hands around her, reaching for her breasts.

When my palms cupped the naked flesh, a kind of an electric-like shock shot through me. God, they were so soft and pliable and firm and large! I could even feel her pointed nipples as if they wanted to drill holes in the centre of my palms.

I tore my eyes away from hers and felt her body going rigid, and then she shivered. She kind of collapsed against me, the back of her head cradling on my chest.

Her face was turned sideways, tilted up to me, her lips looked swollen and they were parted and the breath was coming out real fast. There was a smoldering look in her eyes, like they were on fire and her lips quivered. I felt her breath on my face and it wasn't just warm, it was positively hot. Our faces were separated by barely a couple of inches or so.

Very slowly, very gently, afraid that she might notice, I increased the pressure of my hands on her breasts. She did not make any effort whatsoever to stop me; in fact, she made no movements at all: she simply stared at me with that look in her eyes, the weight of her entire body against mine.

And then I watched her tongue creep out of her half-open mouth and sweep over her lips.

At this point, I bent down slightly, my heart still hammering wildly, my mind still uncertain and confused, and then slowly brushed my lips against hers.

She stifled a moan; her hands rose upwards and then bending back, they wrapped around my neck. I felt the surprising strength in them as she pulled my head closer to her, my lips fusing to hers.

Her mouth was open, warm and inviting and I did not hesitate to probe it with my tongue. She closed her eyes; I kept mine open, watching her while I explored her mouth with my tongue: the roof, the sharp teeth and her gums and finally, sweeping over her tongue.

Our tongues dueled with each other within the confines of her hot mouth and she successfully managed to bend my tongue backward and thrust hers into my mouth.

By this time, I was fondling and kneading her ripe breasts, awed buy their size and shape, their softness and their malleability. I felt her nipples graze repeatedly against the skin of my palms. 

Continuing the kiss and the breast play, I stepped forward and pushed the front of my body against the back of hers and I heard a sharp intake of her breath when I ground my erection against her buttocks.

I still don't know why I did not ejaculate immediately. I mean the conditions were ideal. I was charged up. She had been my favorite fantasy and god knows how many times I have masturbated with her in my mind. All those make-up fantasy stories involving her ran through my mind even as I handled the reality that was happening now. In the beginning, I would come just pretending that we were kissing in exactly the same way as we were indeed kissing now. Then, I jacked up the fantasy stories a bit that included us undressing each other, progressing to the point where we were ultimately in a sixty-nine, each bent into the other's groin paying obeisance till the point of complete satisfaction.

Understand here, that I don't particularly think that having sex with your sister is incest (though in this case, if it were to be so considered, to hell with it). After all, she belongs to a different family and is in no way connected to your family, by blood or by flesh. She's some one married to your brother or to your wife's brother. In fact, there are so many places in India, where the elder brother has a moral right to have sex with the wife of his younger brother.

But now was the truth, the reality. This was for real. I was finally with the woman who had haunted me in all those lusty and wild dreams that probably every man in the world, married or not, old or young, always have. 

I would either have to be made of stone, uncaring as a Buddha or gay not to have responded the way that I was doing now. I wanted to do a thousand different things to her and wanted her to do a thousand different things to me. 




The Sexy SIL



I pushed her left breast towards her right, trying to knead both with my left palm, primarily to free my right hand to let it slide down over her glossy waist, going further down, down... 

She moaned again when I began to bunch the sari up her legs, till I had it around her hips and finally easing the yards and yards of material along with the petticoat over her waist.

She pulled me closer and whimpered when I began to caress the insides of her thighs, sliding my fingers and my palm over her knees and the rest of her legs, inching up, up till I was caressing her panties. 

She pushed her buttocks hard against my bulge when I finally cupped her mound, and I felt the wetness seeping through the flimsy panties.

She slid one hand down and grabbed my exploring hand, pressing it harder against her crotch. By god! This was unbelievable! She actually was egging me on!

I slid my hand up till I was caressing her belly and then pushed my fingers through the elastic waistband of her panties. I groaned; she gasped.

I felt the bush there between her legs and without any further finesse I cupped her naked pussy.

She pulled her face away from mine, simultaneously, pushing her hips forward in a subtle gesture to encourage me to further increase the level of play with her pussy. 

"Ohhhh..." She finally broke the eerie silence with this.

When I slid my fingers across and over the lips of her pussy, her body went rigid.

"Ahhhhh...ugghhh..." she moaned expressively.

With my left hand now squeezing, not just kneading, her ample chest, I stepped closer as she strained forward, so that I could rub my erection against her buttocks.

"Oh, pl-pl-please, please..." she uttered and I did not understand what it was she was pleading with me for till her hand began to guide mine up and down over her pussy. 

I realized that she wanted me to start rubbing her pussy in this direction and at the pressure with which she was pressing my hand. I obliged, settling immediately into a rhythm that obviously was just what she needed, because she began moving her body up and down over my finger. 

With the fingers of my left hand I began rubbing one erect nipple that had her quivering uncontrollably. She was trying to push my other hand, which she was holding with one of her own, up over her pussy. I realized she wanted a quick release, or that she was on the brim of orgasm and she wanted me to play with her clitoris.

I was amazed when my finger encountered her clit. It was swollen, erect, almost like a little penis and when I massaged it, she let out a sound that was a cross between a scream and a moan. She raised her left leg and spreading it away from her body, laid it atop the bed that was about a foot away from where we were standing.

Her hand left mine and drifted to the sari, which I had been holding in my hand, bunched up as it was around her waist. Presumably, she had gauged by now that I understood exactly how much pressure and in which direction she wanted herself to be touched there and wanted to use her hand for better purposes. That resulted in her pushing my hand off the sari and she herself took hold of the material and lifted it well above her waist.

I glanced at the mirror in front of us and suddenly realized her intentions of doing this. She had opened her eyes and we could now both see the reflection of my hand playing with her pussy lips and her swollen clitoris. Since she had spread her leg apart, her pussy lips had stretched wide open as well.

She had a well-maintained (neatly trimmed) bush: a bunch of curly dark hair in the shape of a triangle. I don't know when and how her panties had slid down to her hips, almost down to her knees. Maybe they had slipped down when she had wiggled and squirmed during my initial foray inside them, but I swear I never knew when the garment had been pushed down.

She had leaned her head towards her left so that she could watch our reflections in the mirror. I noticed how swan-like her neck was and I dipped my head down to kiss the naked flesh between her shoulder and the neck.

I increased the pressure and the pace of my fingers across her pussy lips and her clit and it took no more than a minute for her to sway and thrust her hips forward, uttering incomprehensible words as she climaxed yet again. Her legs almost collapsed under her, and had it not been for my other hand holding her up by her breasts, she would surely have fallen down.

Breathing hard and raggedly, she gasped, "Oh, oh my god, oh god, p-please, please, its too much, too much, stop now, please, stop, stop..."

I decided, rather sadistically I think, not to let her go as yet. Ignoring my own need to release my pent up emotions by way of ejaculating (which appeared imminent anyway), I pushed on.

"Once more, okay, once more, I know you need it, okay, you want it, go on, go on, take it one more time, go on!"

She relented, her eyes fixed on the mirror as I redoubled my efforts, this time, changing the angle of my finger so that it rubbed inside the pussy lips, and as it advanced downwards, the tip began to slowly enter the opening. Her pussy was hot, wet and seemed to be so tight that I had difficulty in increasing the depth of penetration of my finger during the subsequent thrusts. Now, almost half of my index finger kept sliding inside her pussy during its movement down the slit, so that, I was all at once, massaging her pussy, rubbing her pussy lips and also sliding the tip of my finger inside her.

"Oh god, oh, oh, oh my god," she chanted, beginning to move her hips to and fro in the unmistakable imitation of pure and raw intercourse, grinding her pussy against my thrusting finger.

"There," I murmured softly into her ear, which I was also nibbling. "There, there. Doesn't that feel good? Don't you want that? Aren't you really loving it?"

I am basically not much for talking during sex. But this woman, the dream of my dreams had set me on fire and what I was going through now, was sheer lust. Suddenly I knew that I wanted to do and experience all that I had only dreamt of doing before and Maybe read about and seen in the adult magazines and films.

"Oh my god, yes, yes," she cried out. "Please, p-please use both your hands! Push that finger all the way in, oh god, please!"

Fixated though I was on her large breasts, I decided to give her what she wanted at this moment. I slid my other hand down her waist and immediately found her clit with it, massaging it in the same rhythm with which I had been massaging it with my other finger. At the same time, I thrust my index finger of the other hand savagely inside her opening and she gasped.

"Oh my god, yes, yessss! Fuck it harder inside me!"

There it was. Finally. Now, the ice had not merely been broken, all barriers were smashed. She had used the F-word, just as I was wondering whether I should start it. This was lust, pure wanton lust. There were no other feelings. No romance, no love, no poetry, just raw lust.

I rotated my finger over her clit and pushed in and pulled out my finger rhythmically. 

Our eyes were fixed on the reflection in the mirror – the sight of my finger sliding in and out of her pussy and another finger rubbing her inflamed clit seemed to us as almost hypnotic. 

"You like this?" I whispered in her ear. "You like my finger fucking your pussy and playing with your clit, don't you?"

She nodded her head furiously, her bright eyes and mouth open, the former burning like fire and the latter breathing out hot air. Her enormous chest heaved, the dark brown nipples taut and erect.

I decided to do something about her chest. I leaned down and thrust my face against her breasts. She arched them to me. I did not go for the soft melons, or the inviting nipples. Instead, I managed to get my head between the cantaloupes: don't ask me how. Here I am, standing behind and slightly away from her, my hands working furiously at her crotch, her arms stretched up and behind, wrapped around my neck. Of course, she turned her body (waist up only) slightly and sighed when I began to lick that amazing, soft flesh between her breasts. Oh god, were they big! I had a feeling that half my head was buried between them.

"Oh, please, suck on them, please," she implored.

At last! I fastened my mouth over her nearest breast, taking in as much of the flesh inside my mouth as possible, sucking hard till my cheeks hollowed completely. Even as I sucked her lovely breast, I allowed my tongue to sweep over the hard nub of her nipple, and that made her moan louder and louder.

I felt her hand coming down to rest on top of my head and urging me to switch over to the other breast. Who the hell was I to refuse? I had been dreaming of these beauties for so long now. I immediately stuffed her other breast into my mouth, repeating my actions again.

I began licking her nipples now, first one and then the other, alternating between the two, wishing that there were some way I could lick both at once. In the position I was in, this was impossible. I was aware that my saliva was steadily dripping down her breasts. I went back to sucking them again.

She was pressing her breasts against my mouth and her pussy harder against my fingers.

"Oh yes, oh yes, suck it harder, oh god, oh god, harder please! Fuck your finger faster, faster, oh god, deeper, ah yes, yes, oh my god, I'm going to cum, yes, going to cum!"

And as her body began to shudder, she pulled my face away from her tantalizing breasts. She raised her face, turning sideways and opened her mouth.

"Kiss me when I'm cumming, now, now!"

Without interrupting the movement of my fingers, I leaned down and put my mouth on top of hers, shoving my tongue deep in the warmth of her oral cavity that seemed to me like a furnace.

Simultaneously, I pushed my hips forward and rubbed my penis against her tight buttocks, eager to seek my own release. 

She moaned and cried out yet again as she climaxed, letting go of her sari and wrapping her arms back over my neck, pulling my face deeper into hers, fighting my tongue with hers, sucking voraciously on it.

Very slowly I decreased the pressure and the pace of my fingers, feeling the hot wetness seep over them, till finally, I cupped her entire pussy as though to prevent her fluids dribbling down her thighs.

Her body thrashed and squirmed for a long time and then she tore her lips away from mine, gasping aloud.

"Oh god, oh my god, it was so good, it was so good!" she moaned, planting wet kisses on my cheeks and on the top of my nose.

"I'm so glad for you, Radha, I'm so glad you liked my finger fucking you, making you feel so good," I replied.

She pressed her buttocks back to grind them against my hard on. She looked into my eyes in the mirror.

We did not need any words now. I was aware that she was feeling the contours of my penis against her firm buttocks and it felt natural when she slid one hand down the side of my body. She pushed it between our bodies, looking in the mirror for guidance and shuffled sideways slightly to expose the front of my bulging trousers. Her sari had fallen down over her waist again.

I let out a grunt when she cupped my bulge and her eyes flew back to bore into mine. I brought one finger (the one that had been sliding in and out of her opening) up and even as she stared at me, squeezing my hard on over my trousers, I slid the finger in my mouth.

She gasped when I sucked on my finger and then opened her mouth when I offered it to her. She licked my finger first before devouring it in her hot mouth, her head bobbing to and fro. With my other hand, I cupped her cheek and moved my finger in and out of her mouth: out when she bobbed her head back and in when she leaned forward to suck it back in.

She fumbled for the belt around my waist, and though I wanted to help her undo it, I preferred to let her do it.

For some strange reason, I thought that the extra time she'd take to get my trousers and my underwear off would help me in prolonging my ejaculation. Just a few moments ago, I had thought that one more rub against her buttocks, and I would be shooting my cum right in my underwear. But that wasn't to be.

She didn't stop sucking on my finger and she adjusted her body so that I could also begin to fondle her breasts with my other hand, pinching and rubbing them, rolling the hard nipples between thumb and forefinger.

The belt was off, the buttons were undone and she pulled the zipper down. My pants slithered down my legs to fall on the floor and when she pushed my underwear as well, her eyes widened.

It's a cliché, when one describes his penis emerging out of his clothes as 'like a lion freed from the cage'. But the metaphor did apply in this case. I myself was surprised at the erection I was spouting. 

Now, my penis isn't all that long and big. I've read smut stories describing penises as being a foot long and as wide as a bottle of coke. This has always amused me and I'd always pity the woman who'd have to accommodate such a monster inside her. I was always sure that if there were to be such penises (and I admit I've seen some pretty large ones in the porno films I have stacked in my private library), no real, normal woman would like to have it stuffed inside her and then get banged with it for as long as Peter North usually takes to come in the stag films. Besides, I had read a real good story in an adult book where the woman describes how a guy with an almost miniature penis had given her enjoyment more than all the other big dick guys ever had.

Not that mine was miniature. Far from that, at this moment as Radha gasped at its sight, it looked longer that its usual six-odd inches and thicker than the four and half inch circumference (I have measured and calculated it during one time that I was watching a porn flick). I don't think you can accurately measure the diameter of a penis; it makes more sense to know the circumference. Just take a piece of string and wrap it around your erection. Measure the length of the string. That's the circumference. (For academic interest, you could get the approximate diameter by dividing this circumference by 3.14!)

"My god!" she gasped again, her eyes wide with shock and her voice sounding like a croak. "My god, May, you have a awesome one!"

"Its because of you, I swear," I managed to say lightly.

I shuddered and my body jack-knifed when she wrapped her fist around it wonderingly. My penis stiffened further and I still don't know (honestly) why it didn't empty its contents. I suppose it's all in the mind. You lust for a woman this long, dreaming about her practically everyday, particularly when you are forced to masturbate in the event that the wife's not around to help and suddenly, you are facing reality. And you don't want it to end all too soon. Because you are thinking of the thousand ways you want to please her and the thousand ways you her to please you. And maybe you won't fulfill your wish of thousand, but you certainly want at least a few of them done through during the first time.

She slid her smooth though wet hand slowly up and down my shaft. After a few strokes, she gently slid her hand down to take hold of my testicles. (They weren't, for God's sake, as big as tennis balls!). She juggled them, her head involuntarily shaking from side to side.

"My god, Radha," I gasped. "Do that any more and I'm going to cum any moment!"

"Go on then, May, go on and shoot! I want to see it coming out of your cock!" 

God, she was surprising me! I had been apprehensive about uttering those F-words, but here she was, freely using them. Talk about surprises!

I reckon that the use of these words were getting to me and was sure that if she continued talking this way, I was going to lose it one way or the other.

"I want to make it last, Radha!" I groaned, watching her hand glide back and forth over my penis. 

"Some other time, May, some other time. Not now. You are hot; I know it and I want to see that cum shooting out. Please!"

This time, more than the tone of her sexy voice with that undercurrent of urgency in it, it was the fact that she had decided there would be other times that brought me to the edge. I had thought that this would be perhaps a one-time thing and I had reserved my other return of the 'thank you' for the purpose of getting it on with her again. 

Preemptive strike!

"Okay, Radha, here it is! Just be a bit faster, oh yes, like that, oh yes! Your hand feels so good on my dick, oh god, and the sight of your tits and your pussy, oh god, its too much, yes, yes, harder baby, faster, faster! I want to come all over your pussy, baby, all over your pussy! Yes, yes..."

Her fist was a blur now as she concentrated on the speed, the pressure and the rhythm. She had all three going exactly the way I would want it. Her breasts swung with her effort and her fingers clasped my scrotum. She had to bend slightly so that she could get it right.

"Yes, May, yes, oh yes, come now, now, all over my pussy, all over my cunt!"

That did it! I let out a groan, thrust my hips forward, let my hands clasp her breasts to squeeze them hard and let out my juices in powerful, gut-wrenching bursts.

I felt the salvos hitting her first just above the patch over her pubis, before she was directing it towards her pussy. She pushed her legs forward and pulled my shuddering penis towards her, letting the rest of my semen splat against her pussy. All this time, she kept gently kneading my scrotum as I did her breasts and soon I was panting for breath, fiery and bright lights exploding in front of my eyes.

My god! It had been a hell of a long time since I have had such a powerful orgasm. It was like my guts were spilling out. 

She kept jerking on my shaft in graceful sweeping movements of her fist, till she was sure that she had drained me out completely.

She straightened, a smile on her lips and I bent down to see the semen dribbling down over her hips till it was wetting her panties that were still hooked around her knees. 

I shuddered when she used a finger to gently cares my wet glans, and still smiling, she brought her hand up to take the finger in her mouth. She sucked it in her mouth and that look came back in her eyes.

We were silent then, just soaking in the aftermath of our orgasms. 

She spoke after what seemed to be a long time. "Don't you think we should dress up and leave now? We wouldn't want anyone to think about our absence as any other reason."

Dumbly I nodded. "I want to get into it again, Radha," I said hoarsely, looking squarely into her eyes.

She picked up the bra and the blouse, letting the sari fall back over her legs. She walked slowly to the bathroom.

"Why not? Lets watch for a ideal time and place, okay?"

Now, it was she who was in command. Not that I ever was in complete command, but at least, I did have her thinking and blushing at the suggestions I had been making. Things had reversed.

"Dress yourselves up. I am going to say that I had to change because a bottle of coke spilled onto my clothes at the party. Keep with the story, okay. Besides," she smiled, "I have a bottle of coke in the fridge, and please get it here for me, will you? We might as well make it look real!"

We had driven over to the apartment so that she could change her bra.

It ended up in changing all her clothes as well.

Ah well!

******

By sheer coincidence, my next date with Radha was set up on the same night while the party was about to wind up.

Dilip, while bidding us goodnight, revealed that he would be out of station for a couple of days and that his parents (mys) would also be accompanying him. Radha was standing beside him when he was telling us the importance of visiting the site and staying there to complete the supervision of a swimming pool layout, while the in-laws would spend a couple of days at my father-in-law's brother's place.




The Sexy Siren in the Red Dress



She was a vision in a blood red dress...her body looked amazing, those killer curves outlined and beckoning to the men who watched her walk into the room...Everything about her oozed sex appeal from the top of her golden blonde head to the tip of her perfectly pedicured toenails...Her smile was seductive and her eyes sparkled like intense sapphires. Those large deep pools of blue, spoke volumes, full of seduction and excitement. Her delightful smile was full of fascination and allure, her perfect teeth white and sparkling.

The very attractive man sitting in the corner with the dangerous eyes watched her as she moved her body to the enticing sounds of jazz. Her head thrown back with her lovely full lips slightly open...They glistened with her ruby red lipstick, her tongue tip moving over them enticingly. He clenched his teeth feeling his body and every muscle tense...He wasn't sure if she knew what she was doing to him or the other men in the room. One thing that he knew for an absolute certainty, was that she probably very aware of how men watched her and wanted to touch each and every part of her...Those electric blue eyes seemed to make a statement that she was all woman and then some. 

The way she moved on the dance floor made him feel like she was dancing just for him...It was intensely erotic and glorious...her body swaying in time to the music...her face had the appearance of a woman about to have an incredible orgasm...She was sensual beyond belief and he was so intrigued by her beauty. He already knew that she was the type of woman that would make love exactly the way she danced. Would put all of her sexual energies into making sure they both were satisfied in the boudoir. That body moving with wild abandon as she rode him up and down...

His cock was rigid and body tense and he knew he had to touch her...put his hands on those killer curves and move them over her body like a sculptor memorizing and molding his clay model into perfection. She was not your average woman...she made you want her from the moment you laid eyes upon her...not unlike one of those sex symbols from a bygone era that magnified sexiness from a whole new perspective. There was a aura about her that told him that she was so very unique in many ways.

They had met some months ago...and he couldn't get enough of her, the face that shone like sunlight...those blue eyes that mirrored the depths of her soul...Her smile radiated a warmth and a sensual heat that always said..."I am yours for the taking." He couldn't wait to see her, to hear her soft sexy voice...she was a fascinating blend of intrigue, femininity and a fiery temptress...a lifelike Circe. This feeling was always an enigma to him...how she made his heart melt, his cock jump and his mind constantly full of her. 

She was a siren in red a glorious vision of angel and seductress...Getting up with a silent stealth and panther like grace he walked towards her. She drew him like a magnet...this beauty with beckoned him with her sizzling hot demeanor. Hidden sensual delight. She was oblivious to anything but the music that filled the room. It filled her soul and she moved with such erotic grace, her hips swaying and her whole body moving with delightful intent...

Suddenly she was aware of someone watching and standing very near her. She pivoted around to see her date standing directly behind her, the tall striking man who she adored perusing her from head to toe...Her radiance and that smile took his breath away...He reached out and ran his fingers over the curve of her back down over her beautifully rounded derriere...Her senses were reeling and she felt her body react, the heat enveloping her...She gasped but didn't move away and the tempo changed suddenly to an upbeat tune...the drums echoing the rapid beating of her heart...

He moved to grasp her about the waist, drawing her back against his hard athletic body...She understood what he represented he was dangerous and everything that she had avoided her whole life...He was fueling her erotic energies and she was enjoying the mystery and the intrigue that went hand in hand with this handsome delightful man that made her senses reel...She could feel his hardness against her perfectly rounded ass and her smile was incredibly seductive and vividly beautiful...

She wasn't going to move away...her senses were full of his sexuality and her body always overheated...She allowed him to crush her curves against his taut passionate hardness...Leaning back against him...she smiled naughtily as he kissed the beautiful curve of her graceful neck, inhaling her feminine scent and the delicious perfume that lingered directly under her ear. Kissing her and nipping the softness of her skin, she shivered with sensual delight...

Her body melted against his and his hands were almost possessive as they moved over her...she could feel that telltale heat in her body...her nipples were hard and so very sensitized and she longed for him to run his fingers over them...She felt her body sway to the Latin tempo of the music...matching their moods, that passion only intensifying all that sexuality that was like an electric current between them...Always feeling that sense of power that she had over him...she gasped as he pushed his hardness even tighter against her round lush ass...

Those words that he whispered in her ear sent shivers down her spine...they were so intensely erotic the heat had come into her face...His fingers moved up over her nipples and he tweaked them through the dress...She moaned and could feel the moisture in her honey pot. He had the capability to make her very wet and if if he continued on it was going to happen...OMG...she wanted him, her body was on fire, if he were to take her here now on the dance floor she would be a wanton...

She ground her bottom against his cock and he groaned as he nipped her neck...sucking on her delicate fragrant skin...She knew there would be evidence of that on her flesh...He spun her around and kissed her with such hunger that she moaned deep in her throat. She answered back with her own tongue dueling with his and he grasped her ass tightly grinding her against his ever growing evidence...

He took her hand with haste and they moved towards the cloak room where there was privacy from the onlookers who had been watching them consistently. Bending to kiss her again...he unzipped the back of her dress and her breasts almost popped out of the shelf bra...they were so very lush and full, those beautiful globes that he had to taste and suck on. The dress slid down to the floor to her feet and she stepped delicately out of it...She felt him move the bra straps down over her shoulders and his mouth was on her hard bud like nipples...He was hungrily sucking on them voraciously and her head went back as she held onto his shoulders. 

Picking her up like she weighed a mere nothing, he placed her gently upon the table that was sitting vacant. Telling her in his rich timber to lay back and relax...her panties were sexy, a mere scrap of lace...red to match that fabulous dress with a touch of black surrounding the edges. He moved his fingers over her perfect "V"...feeling her wetness...Her moans filling the air...he grasped her thong and pulled it down over her very shapely hips and they landed atop her dress...

Her pussy was beautiful...gleaming in the soft light coming through the slatted blinds on the window...naked and fragrant with her feminine scent and a lingering aroma of vanilla and musk...Her black stockings were so very sexy on those magnificent legs, her rounded tanned thighs enticing above the black lace tops. Looking down at her face...her mouth was open in anticipation of what was to come...He smiled into those beautiful large blue eyes that looked into his with that passionate intensity...

His fingers moved over her wetness...and her legs opened wide for him to see her plump juicy pearl...her labia wet with her honey...They went inside of her tight sheath moving in and out...she cried out and arched her back...his fingers withdrawing and sliding over her delicious clit...She moaned again and almost meowed like a sexy kitten... Withdrawing his hand completely he slid slowly to the floor with his long length and started to lick her clit with his tongue tip...

Over and over again...she was almost screaming in her passion and panting as he continued...knowing she was almost about to have an incredible orgasm, he stopped doing what he was doing and smiled at the disappointment on her very expressive face...it didn't last long as his tongue moved over her labia touching her g-spots and she writhed and thrashed around as he entered her hot wet tight vagina with his very experienced tongue...his fingers moving over her clit as he tasted her delicious honey...She was about to cum...to have an incredible "O"...

Her breathing was coming in gasps...she was crying out "OH GOD"...don't stop, please don't stop." He complied readily, his tongue moving faster...greedily tasting her beautiful sweetness...his fingers moving around on her clit. His tongue returned to it with increased pleasure and her body arched and she screamed out..."OMG...OMG...I love it...I love it, oh baby ummmmmmmm." Her orgasm was intensely powerful as it wracked her body in waves of erotic delight... He stood up and leaned down to kiss her...with her juices on his mouth and chin...

She sucked on his tongue with so much passion and heat that he thought he might ejaculate right at that moment...His hand moved down to his zipper and he undid it and he allowed his pants to land at his feet...he was totally commando no need to remove his boxers and his cock was rigidly hard and in need of her hot wetness...Large and pulsating...the veins so prominent...her hand found him and stroked him...feeling his pre-cum on the tip...moistening her fingers she moved over his hard velvety length, up and down with slow precision.

He grasped her hand in warning as he groaned deeply in his throat...he was about to explode and although he wanted her sensual mouth wrapped around his engorged member. He knew that he wanted to bury his cock very deeply inside of her amazing honey pot. She spread her legs wider, waiting for him to enter her heat...the velvety soft hardness of his cock inside her tightness...He entered her and she cried out...he filled her with his whole length and he was incredibly thick in girth...Her sheath wrapped around him, tightening...her vaginal muscles strong and so amazing on his cock...

He started to pump her hard...clenching his teeth and trying to maintain the beat...knowing that he was about to erupt like a volcano, but wanting to take her with him for the glorious ride. She arched her back again...allowing him deeper access and she her cries were like a balm to his libido...Digging her nails into his tight hard ass and wrapping her lovely legs around his waist he moved with her...rising to the occasion.

She could feel her climax coming on strong...so incredible as her eyes closed and they were like the Northern lights flashing so beautifully across the sky, an incredible kaleidoscope of color...She moved faster with the feeling that was consuming her...kissing his sexy masculine mouth and moving her tongue rapidly in and out...He moved his hands under her and they continued to kiss as he grasped those firm and beautiful ass cheeks of hers...She almost screamed into his mouth as her climax commenced.

He came with her...hard and fast...his body releasing the pent up emotions of the night...his hot sperm shooting deeply within her...The raging heat...the fluids combining, the way their bodies joined in unison at that exact moment in time...calling out each other's names over and over as it consumed them...It was incredible...the combination of her excitement, the way in which she reacted to his every movement as spiraled out of control...

She was the most sexually charged woman he had ever met...she was built specifically for a man's pleasure...The sensuality oozed out of every pore and he knew as he buried is face in her lovely soft scented hair that he could never possibly get enough of both her magnificent body and her intensely erotic mind... Kissing his mouth once again she sighed as he relaxed upon her body and snuggled against her feminine curves; his cock twitching once again and she purred seductively with that knowing smile...



The Sexy Smoking Stripper



My buddy Frank was getting married and the bachelor party was going to be a fucking horror show.. Frank is a stone psycho, his brother Dominick is worse, and there would be 15 other crazed and dangerous guys along for the ride into infamy. Dominick planned the party. A big cookout at his place, lots of ribs and steak and beer, and then after everyone showered and dressed, we'd pile on a bus Dom rented and head off to Club Erotica, the best "gentleman's club" in the city, with three stages and 75 dancers and private lounges for lap dances and whatever lusty and slippery fun you might care for.

And I was voted designated driver.

"Hire a driver!" I protested to Dom. "Why don't I get to have fun too?"

"'Cause it's gonna be BAD, you know, and I don't want some poor asshole having to wait outside while we burn the place down. I mean, what if we bring some girl on the bus, to have some fun with Frankie? A civilian might object."

"Then why me?"

"'One, you know how to drive a bus, right? Two, and I mean this as a compliment, you're by far the most responsible guy in the bunch. You'll get us home in one piece."

"Fuck," I said. He had a point. When I was in college I drove a school bus for a camp I worked at, and I still had my Class 3 license. And no way would any of the other guys stay sober during this apocalyptic chickfest. It was gonna be heavy-duty.

I made sure I got a good night's sleep before the party. The cookout was fabulous, Dom is a genius on the grill. Had a steak, some ribs, corn, potato salad, a terrific spread. I left after I ate, telling everyone that I was going home for a nap before the festivities. I had to conserve my strength. Dom picked me up around 7, and he drove me to the rental place to get the bus. It smelled faintly of vomit. It was going to be worse come the morning. 

The guys piled on. Club Erotica was BYOB, you checked your booze at the door and they put it in a numbered cooler for you. We had 16 guys. Brought 8 cases of beer, 8 bottles of whiskey, eight of vodka, a dozen bottles filled with liquids of various hues, and mixers galore. Twenty bucks a head to get in. I had $200 of my own cash with me, and the guys pushed handfuls of tens and twenties at me to hold onto, so they wouldn't literally throw money around after they got shitfaced. 

We took over one whole stage. The girls, fucking fantastic. Girls with blonde hair, girls with brown hair, joined by various redheads and raven-haired beauties. Chicks with perfect (but fake) 38DD juggs and chicks with cute little natural 34B titties that made your eyes roll back in your head. Long legs, tight asses, and they all smelled GOOD. Not cheap perfume, not overwhelming, but when a girl leaned down to accept your proffered bill, you caught a whiff of a tantalizing feminine scent, sweet and spicy and heady. 

My crew was pounding shots and draining beers by the gallon. I polished off half a case of ginger ale and resisted banging my head against the stage. It's just no fun being around a gang of guys getting loaded and rubbing against hotties when you're clear-headed and checking your watch. Well, it's still fun watching the girls, but it would be more fun with a beer in hand.

Downstairs were the stages; upstairs were the private areas. For $20 you could go up with a girl of your choosing and lie on a comfortable leather couch and the girl would mount you and slide up and down your body, rubbing herself against your erection, her breasts just inches away from your mouth. There were two rules. You had to sit on your hands, and keep your tongue in your mouth. It was still fucking delicious. Drunk and horny as they were, my guys knew better than to break the rules. There were maybe 25 bouncers in the place, with an average weight around 260, and they didn't take kindly to guys pawing the ladies.

That is, unless you were willing to part with a bit more money. And then you might be invited to the third floor, where you and your girl could have even more privacy. And, for a fee, she might be willing to pleasure you in a more direct manner, with her hands, or her mouth, or with the magical place between her legs. Most girls there would give handjobs, some would give blowjobs, a few would actually fuck. There were enough for a picky guy to choose from if he really wanted to get laid. And I knew that Frank and Dom and most of the guys would end up on the third floor eventually.

Girl after girl danced on our stage. I was sitting at the bar on a stool, just taking everything in, shaking my head in disbelief and the outrageous hooting and braying of my friends. I didn't notice the girl who sauntered up beside me and then snuggled herself between my open legs. 

"Hey, why are you here all by yourself? You look lonesome."

God she was incredible. Maybe 20 years old, I'd guess. Thick brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, bright brown eyes, toned arms and slim, smooth legs, and she had those firm bouncy 34B titties that make me hard like a drill. Her luscious lips were full and curled in a sly smile. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a little bikini stripe. I somehow managed to swallow and say, "No, not lonesome, just unlucky. I'm the designated driver."

She smiled. "You poor baby, you'll have your hands full getting them home. But that doesn't mean you can't have fun too." She slid her hands up my thighs. She was so delicious. Her nails were scratching me under the hem of my shorts, she had beautiful nails, long and French manicured. 

I'm not a fool, I knew she wasn't coming on to me because of my good looks and winning smile. She's a working girl, drumming up business. Normally I'd be more than happy to indulge myself, but I wanted to keep on the straight and narrow tonight. But again, she was a working girl, so I pressed two twenties into her palm and whispered, "I'd love to have fun with you, because you just stole my heart, but I should be a good boy tonight. But my friend Zack over there," I pointed to my tall, drunk, but relatively well-mannered friend who was standing behind Frank staring in reverent amazement at a dancer with tits like balloons, "Zack I think would love to have fun, but he's too quiet. Would you get him in a partying mood?"

She smiled, obviously pleased that her approach had been successful. "He'll come down with a grin on his face, I promise you."

"Well, you already have me smiling," She left, took Zack by the hand, whispered something in his ear, and led him to the stairs. He looked back at me a bit confused, and when I raised my glass in salute he smiled nervously and let the girl lead him away. "Zack, you lucky, lucky bastard." I said as I gulped my drink.

The night wore on. We paid $100 for Frank to go up on stage and sit in a chair and have three strippers just totally assault him, rubbing their pussies in his face, playacting at riding him and giving him head. We paid $350 to have two of the girls take Frank to the 3rd floor and give him a double-header blowjob. One by one my friends went up to the 3rd floor for some naughtiness. Even Zack went upstairs with one of the girls for a slippery handjob, though not with the girl I'd sent to him. 

She danced three sets, and each time I made sure I went over to her and slipped a ten between her breasts. She was really gorgeous, beautiful, a sexy and lithe dancer, though not as polished as the other dancers. I still had $100 in my wallet. I wanted her, badly. But no, not that way. You don't just ask a stripper out on a date, come on. They do this for money. Forget all the bullshit about how they love to flirt and tease and be the center of attention. Maybe they like that too, but girls who strip do it for the money. They can flirt all they want on their days off. This girl could get any guy in the world to pay attention to her just by wearing a miniskirt. 

Bobby was sick. Going to be sick. I saw it and I grabbed him and hustled him outside. "Need some air," I told the bouncer by the door and he gratefully opened the door to let us out. I walked him around to the side of the building and Bobby knelt and blarrf, it all came out. "That's it, buddy, you'll feel better, let it out."

"Fuck," he moaned, and another quart of puke poured out of his mouth.

"Ewww, is he going to be OK?" a voice asked behind me. I turned and two girls were standing on a small patio outside a door. I could see the glowing tips of their cigarettes. And one of them was my girl. 

"He'll be fine," I said. I walked over to them and gave Bobby some privacy. The other girl said, "Gotta go back for my last set, see ya," So I was alone with her.

I have always had a thing for women smoking. I've never dated a girl who smokes, but I find something incredibly, irrationally sexy about girls who smoke. I would never want someone I date to smoke, I know its unhealthy, but seeing a sexy girl holding a cigarette in her fingers, lifting it to her mouth, sucking on it, blowing out the smoke, makes my dick hard as marble. As it did when she did this in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I never asked your name," I said.

"Melissa, I'm Melissa. I know your name is Eric, because the whole time I was with your friend Zack he kept saying, 'Oh, thank you Eric, thank you Eric!'"

I laughed. "He owes me bigtime."

She dropped her cigarette in a trash can. "Still plenty of time tonight. You sad I stole your heart, I could give you a chance to buy it back."

Still the working girl. But she was nice about it. And suddenly a thought came into my head, so suddenly that I almost swooned. Something I wanted her to do with me that turned me on so intensely that I could feel the hot blood sizzling in my cock.

"Melissa, if I asked you to do something, uh, a bit weird, would you?"

She didn't bat an eye, but she said, "I only do lap dances. I don't do sexual acts. Not even hand jobs, sorry. I could make more money doing that, a lot more, but I just don't feel comfortable with that yet." She was talking too much, she was nervous. So was I. I licked my lips and I said, "I...I really get turned on my girls when they smoke. Would you, um, smoke a cigarette, sitting on my lap or something? If it's too weird, I understand, but..."

She smiled and showed her teeth. "That's not weird, it's sexy. I think it's sexy."

"You don't think it's weird?"

"You think that's the strangest thing anyone ever asked me to do? I'll meet you up on the third floor."

"Um, how much?"

"Oh, just twenty. But we should go to the third floor, so the smoke doesn't bother the guys getting lap dances."

"I'll be there," I said hoarsely. She went in the side door, and I went back inside. Bobby was recovered somewhat, though he was drinking beer now instead of shots. I got two ginger ales from the bar and walked up the two flights of stairs, to find Melissa waiting for me. "Let's go," she said. We walked down a long, dark hallway. We passed one door and I heard a man softly moaning, "Oh, oh baby, yes, baby, do it, oh..."

Our room was the last one on the right. There was a leather recliner just like there was downstairs for the lap dances. I was shivering with anticipation. "I brought you a drink," I said.

"Oh, thank you! My throat does get dry when I smoke." She sipped and put the glass down on a small table at the side of the recliner. "I actually don't smoke regularly. Usually just when I'm out partying, or when I'm here. Or after sex," she said with a mischievous smile. 

She had a small bag with her and she pulled out a pack of Marlboro Lights, a lighter, and a silver tube. She twisted the tube and carefully reapplied her dark red lipstick. "Oh, God," I sighed

She pulled a cigarette from the pack, put it to her lips, and flicked the lighter. She inhaled, winked at me, and blew a plume of smoke to the ceiling. "Want me in your lap?"

I nodded like I was drunk. I was supposed to sit on my hands, but it was a bit awkward for her to get situated without my help. I gently took hold of her waist and lifted her into my lap so she was sitting sidesaddle. "Oh, sorry," I said, but she said, "No, it's OK, you can keep your hands there." I rested my hands on her tiny waist, intoxicated by how smooth her skin was. She put the cigarette to her lips and dragged again. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Oh, God, yes."

She smiled. "It's funny, I know exactly what you mean about getting turned on by smoking. It turns me on. If I'm trying to get a guy hot for me, I always have a cigarette. That's how I break the ice with a lot of guys, I go up and ask to borrow a cigarette, or I ask for a light." I watched with rapt attention as her dark red lips closed around the cigarette again and she drew the smoke deep. 

"I guess I like it because it's a taboo, something that only bad girls do," I said, my eyes shifting from her face, to the hand holding the cigarette, then back to her face.. "If a girl smokes, maybe she does other naughty things too."

She exhaled. "Are you thinking about doing naughty things with me?"

I nodded. "The mind boggles."

She twisted in my lap and I thought she was going to get off of me. Instead she lifted her left leg over and across my head, and settled herself so that she was straddling me. I kept my hands on her hips. She drew on the cigarette again. "Having fun?"

"Oh yes." She tried shifting again and I lifting her a bit and helped her settle in. "Comfy?" She nodded. She held the cigarette with one hand and my shoulder with the other. I kept my hands on her waist. My erection was rubbing against her vulva and I was frantic with lust. I started thrusting against her, vainly trying to insert my bundled penis inside her silken pussy.

Melissa dragged again then suddenly exhaled with a startled gasp. "Oh!"

"What, are you OK?"

"Yeah," she said, a big dreamy smile spread across her face. "You just rubbed me in the right place. Ah! That's it, right there. Uh, oh!" She twisted a bit in my lap, the cigarette held tight in her fingers as she adjusted herself. 

She started rocking back and forth in my lap. Every time my know popped out from between her legs she let out a little grunt. She put her palms on my shoulders so she could glide back and forth against my cock. Her eyelids fluttered and she bit her lower lip hard.

"Eric, put your hands on my breasts. Touch me." It took me a few seconds to work up my courage, but she opened her eyes and saw the expression on my face and she nodded. I slid my hands up her body until they were filled with her warm, soft globes. I gently caressed them, rubbing my fingertips over her stiff nipples. .

I watched in amazement as she let herself go, sliding back and forth and up and down, her cries barely audible as she pleasured herself on my cock. I eased her body along, doing my best to help her reach orgasm. She took a quick puff on the cigarette and set it in the ashtray.

"Oh, God," she groaned. She wasn't noisy, she wasn't moaning and screaming like a banshee. He eyes squeezed tight shut and her hips shook spasmodically. The quivering spread from her hips to her entire body. "Ahh, " was all that she said. She sighed, swallowed, sighed again. She lowered herself and let her forehead rest on the top of my head. She sighed again, long and deep.

"Wow." She leaned up and her breasts escaped from my hands. I really wasn't supposed to be touching her, and I was suddenly embarrassed. She looked at me as though she'd just noticed I was there. Her face was flushed and she looked so ripe and delicious that it almost brought me to tears, because I knew I wasn't going to have this beautiful woman. 

Without a word she took my head in her hands and pulled my face up and crushed her lips against mine, kissing me hard, her tongue probing my mouth, searching for my own. I'd never kissed a girl who smokes before and the taste excited me. I kissed her back fiercely, cupping her ass with my hands and pulling her body tight against me. 

She pulled away and arched her back. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I haven't come that way since junior high. That totally caught me by surprise."

"Me too."

She slid off me and my heart sank, but she reached for the cigarettes and lit a new one. "Now I REALLY need a cigarette!" She put it to her lips and sucked deep, filling her lungs. "That was really nice, I mean it."

"I'm glad."

She slid off me and this tip hopped off the recliner. "Would you do something for me?" She sounded a little unsure of herself.

"Sure, what?"

"Take all your clothes off."

I was torn between leaping to my feet and ripping my clothes off Hulk-style and just sitting there frozen. I ended up in between, taking off my shirt, shorts, boxers, and sandals like an automaton. Melissa tapped the cigarette in the ashtray as she watched me. She held it delicately in her fingers, the smoke a loose twisting ribbon floating to the ceiling. When I was naked she said. "You're pretty cute. Lay down."

I did. Now I was shaking. The tip of my cock was slick with pre-cum. I was hard as a chisel. She reached under the recliner and pulled out a towel and a tube of lubricant. "I want to try something. I've never done this, not here, you know what I mean. I want to see if I can do this. I can make a lot more money if I give handjobs, and I want to see if I can. Is it OK if I don't give you blowjob?"

I guess I nodded. I was paralyzed. She was going to touch me. She was going to touch my cock. She squeezed some of the lubricant on my cock. It was cool and it felt good. "I'm only going to use one hand. I"ll keep the other free for this." She waved the cigarette. "This probably has you going crazy."

"Yes," I croaked. Her slim fingers holding the cigarette, those long, slim fingers, with their long nails...and the fingers of her other hand closed around my penis. She smeared the lubricant all over my shaft, then she made a fist and let my shaft slide inside it. I thought she would pump me fast, but instead her hand gliding up my cock with maddening patience, then down, then up again. She was staring at me, locking her eyes on me. 

"I don't think you'll be able to last very long," she said, and I proved her right. Maybe twenty strokes and I slipped past the point of no return. "Oh, Melissa, oh, no, no," I cried. I wanted this to last but it was impossible. I started pumping my hips and she let me fuck her hand. I shot like a geyser, My semen shot high in the air and fell on my chest like rain. She pumped and pumped and I came and came, her eyes never leaving mine, as I lifted my hips off the recliner and desperately milked every drop of come our of my orgasm. 

I was spent, totally, utterly spent. Melissa cleaned me up with the towel, wiping the come off my chest and legs, and swabbing the lubricant off my cock. "Get up honey, get dressed." I obeyed. As I dressed she reached under the recliner for a spray bottle and cleaned the chair. 

When I was decent again she said. "Are you OK?"

"Yes. No. Yes."

"Thank you. There's no charge. I had to find out if I could do that."

"God, you sure can."

"No, I know how to give a hand job. I didn't know if I could give a hand job to a stranger for money. And now I know. I can't."

"You can't? But...I'm sorry. I didn't want you to do something you didn't want to, really, I'm so sorry."

She laughed. "I liked doing it to you. I feel comfortable with you. But I wouldn't feel comfortable with a stranger. Anyway, I owed you one, right? Ready to go back downstairs?"

We walked down the three flights. I wanted to hold her hand. Great, I was in love with a stripper. I was telling myself that it was just my dick talking, but it was sound asleep and my feelings hadn't changed. Unbelievable.

It was closing time. My buddies were so wrecked at this point that hadn't noticed that I'd vanished for about half an hour. Frank was incoherent, Dom was babbling something about the fucking government, Zack was passed out with his head on the bar. Melissa said, "Looks like you have your hands full."




The Sexy Smoking Stripper



"Oh, shit." I began the laborious process of getting them out of the bar and on the bus. It took six trips. I made sure the were all aware of the special precautions I'd taken. Scattered throughout the bus were six big buckets filled with kitty litter. Yes, pure class. 

I went in one last time to see if I could find Melissa. She wasn't in the bar. One of the bouncers said, "You OK to drive, man?"

"Yeah, I didn't drink all night. Once I get those maniacs to bed I'm gonna have a couple, though."

"I heard that."

"Hey, do you know where Melissa is?"

He shrugged. "Probably getting changed. You want me to send her out?"

"Please, if she's not busy." He disappeared, and a minute later Melissa walked out. It was odd, she was totally nude, her perfect body exposed to the world, but I hardly noticed that anymore. I was focusing more on her face, how she looked, if she was pleased to see me or annoyed . She was adorable. 

"I don't have a lot of time, I'm sorry," I said. "I wanted to ask you out. On a date. Dinner or something."

She smiled, but she said, "I don't think so."

I wasn't about to give up so easily. "I'm not a idiot. I mean, I'm an idiot, but not a total idiot. I'm sure you have guys hounding you all the time. But I like you, a lot, and not just because of, uh, what we did. I liked you before all that. Guys ask girls out on dates all the time. So, how about it?"

"So, you want to go out with a girl you met in a strip club, who propositioned you twice, dry humped you, and gave you a handjob? You sound a bit crazy. I have standards for myself, you know."

I didn't know if she was kidding or serious. "Dinner. Me and you. Clothing required. If you want we'll split the check. Kiss goodnight totally up to you. Sex not even on the table."

She laughed. "Tell you what. Give me your phone number and e-mail, and I'll think about it. I get asked out 20 times a night here and I've never said yes. Then again, I never had a guy ask me to smoke for him, never had an orgasm with a guy, never gave a guy a handjob. So, let me think about it." 

I wrote my home number and e-mail on the back of my business card. "I hope you call me." She wished me good night, and I did the same, and I left.

I got the guys home somehow. The bus...let's not talk about what shape the bus was in. Christ. Anyway, a day went by and not a peep from Melissa. Then a week. Then a month. I thought about going back to the club to see her again, but no, what was the point? She was just working that night, doing her job. My heart was broken, my penis bereft. I wanted her SO MUCH that I skipped going out with my friends, I didn't date anyone. I didn't tell anyone why I was so depressed, so they thought I was just fucked in the head. And I was.

After work on Monday the following week I walked of my building and hiked to my car. I had the feeling I was being watched. I turned around and sure enough, a girl was walking right behind me, she must have waited for me to come out. She was wearing a plain gray T-shirt and blue jean shorts and sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wasn't wearing makeup. 

"Three things before we go to dinner tonight," Melissa said. "One, this is how I look on my days off. Two, I quit smoking after that night you were at the club, for real this time. Three, I'm in the mood for Chinese food."

I paused to think it over. "Chinese, huh? Deal." I opened the passenger door and she skipped inside. I floated to the drivers side and got in.

"Quit smoking, huh?" I asked as I pulled out of the lot. "Good for you."

"Yeah, right. You're dying inside right now. But no more cigarettes for me." She paused a second, then flashed me a dirty look. "Unless I have fantastic sex with someone, then I'll probably have to have one."

"You haven't smoked since that night in the club?"

"Nope."

"Want to stop at a gas station to buy a pack right now?"

She showed me the inside of her purse. I saw a pack of Marlboro Lights and a box of Trojans. She said, "keep your eyes on the road."

"How about we skip dinner?"

"What kind of girl do you think I am? You have to at least buy me dinner first!"



The Sexy Striptease



This is the second story submitted by me... I hope anyone who reads these stories enjoys them as much as I love to write erotica...

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I wanted to do something outrageous and very sexy; I was feeling rather wild and reckless. The night was beautiful, the moon shining brightly and the stars brilliant. I was waiting for my lover and growing impatient... as usual when I thought of him my nipples grew hard and I could feel the intense heat in my pelvic area, the moistness within my honeypot... OMG just imagining him being here and touching me triggered that reaction, making me so very wet. He had that kind of appeal for me... always... I could never get enough of him, always so very insatiable.

My virile man was the kind of guy who liked very hot sex and the more I added to the menu he enjoyed it with an even greater capacity. I know that he liked to watch me move around the room, he loved to see the sway of my hips and his eyes were always on my round ass and I would wiggle it at him in a very exaggerated manner. I would tease him unmercifully by shaking my full voluptuous breasts, almost at face level and in such a way that he would be extremely aroused. Just knowing that he so wanted to reach out and grab me and pull me down onto his lap was a huge turn on for me. I craved to have him do that just so I could feel his very hard cock against my ass... how I would move around on it to make his desire for me even more intense.

I went into my bedroom and decided to put on a very sexy little 2 piece lingerie outfit... the red bra and a pair of matching red thongs attached to a micro mini skirt. I sprayed some body spritzer on and brushed my shoulder length blonde hair forward, standing up and tossing it around. It looked wild and wanton so very sexy... as I gazed at myself in the mirror. Face flushed, blue eyes sparkling like bright sapphires, my lips moist, lush with red cinnamon gloss liberally covering their fullness. My breasts almost falling out of the shelf bra with its bit of faux fur around the edges slightly tickling with its softness touching my skin. My midriff was bare and my bottom looked very sexy with the minimal amount of covering that the thong gave me.

I tossed my head in a very haughty way and then looked at my reflection again thinking that I truly wanted to be the wanton and vamp tonight and make my baby sweat... Have him desire me so badly that he was almost crawling towards me, begging me for some action and I would look down at him and smile in a very enticing way... while he gazed up at me. I would place my high heeled foot on his neck and with no force only a mere gentle tap, then subdue him... That scenario made me laugh softly as I thought of him being submissive to me... It made me feel all warm inside thinking that I could reduce him to a quivering mass of male arousal and supreme hunger for me and my curvaceous body.

I heard his car pull up in the driveway and turned the lights on dim... the music in the background was playing a very seductive tune and the flower arrangements he had sent earlier in the day were all arranged intricately throughout the house... their scent so beautiful and exotic... I looked at myself for one finally inspection and pulled my silk stockings up a little higher... liking the way my thighs looked with the mini skirt on. The shoes were black and sexy with peep toes and spike heels. My perfume was subtle yet so very sensual and it suited me... my mood and the night of passion that I had planned for us. The key was turning in the door and I was so excited that I almost flew out of the boudoir and down the stairs. 

He was in the foyer and I stopped mid-way down the stairs to observe him... His shoulders so broad and his face in shadow... I could see his jean covered bottom and how tightly they fitted his hard tight ass. I wanted to go down to him and grab both cheeks so much and squeeze. He must have sensed me on the stairs observing him because he moved forward and his eyes perused me from head to toe. Slowly and with a lot of passion within their depths... Those dark blue eyes so intense that I felt weak... The smile that hovered on his lips was one of pure delight... His arms reached out and this time I did run down the stairs almost jumping into their hard muscular strength... They grasped me and brought me close to his hard body and that erection so overwhelmingly large and pulsating with life.

Those strong large hands moved over my ass with loving gentleness and he squeezed suddenly and moved his fingers slowly towards my honey pot... I squealed in delight but forced myself to push them away, as I had plans right now. I could feel the wetness and I so wanted him to continue but I wanted to perform a little special dance for him right now. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips and he reacted by biting my bottom lip... I moaned as he moved me close to him again... almost grinding his erection tightly against my pelvis... my answering thrust was almost my undoing as he grabbed my ass again and kneaded my round cheeks so suggestively.

With a sigh I pulled away, grabbed his hand and proceeded to take him upstairs to the large master bedroom... The candles were lit and the air permeating with the scent of the beautiful roses he had bought me. I walked him over to the large settee and pushed him softly down into its plush softness. He looked at me with elevated brows and went to grab me and I laughed suddenly... Moving towards the stereo... I placed my dance CD in and put Buttons on by the Pussycat Dolls. I turned towards him and started to move my body in slow sexy circles... gyrating my hips in a very beguiling manner... His eyes showed great interest and I had his full attention... 

My body moving sexily, I proceeded to dance in a very sensual way... with abandon and gracefulness. I started to take my clothing off one piece at a time... starting with my bra... sliding it on the the floor, my full round globes moving in time to the music with a life of their own... His face had taken on that passionate look that he gets just before he is ready to explode inside of me. I had his full attention and my mouth made moues of kisses as I stared at him. Next came the little micro mini with the attached thong and I only had on my stockings now and my heels. I went to commence with the heels and he couldn't take anymore... 

He got up suddenly and I went to let out a shriek as he walked quickly towards me and picked me up to take me over to the bed and laid me down among the large tiger striped throw cushions. I looked up into his very sexy passionate eyes that were almost black with their desire... He reached down to kiss me slowly, seductively taking his time and I felt the moistness growing within my honey pot again... he was sending those amazing quivers up and down my spine as he moved his lips away from mine and proceeded to take his tongue and move the tip over me with slow tortuous movements... I wanted to cry out and beg him to just take me... but I knew he wouldn't do that... He would take his time to make the enjoyment a slow and beautiful process.

His hands moved over me with a symphony of their own casting their spell upon my body with their graceful beauty and soft seduction. Tweaking my nipples until they were hard peaks and he slowly placed each one in his mouth, softly sucking back and forth until my hips were coming up off the bed... I wanted to beg him to take me, end this torture but he was enjoying himself far too much... He moved with subtle smoothness down over my stomach and tasting me as he moved downwards to my soft mound. There was only a small thatch of hair as I was very smooth elsewhere. His tongue moving over me until he found the entrance to my sweetly scented moist hot honey pot... 

Flicking the tip of his tongue inside of me in and out and then thrusting it fully inside of me... I was thrashing around on the bed as I felt that beautiful "O" just about to commence... He sensed it and withdrew his tongue and moved it over my plump moist clit... I gasped and cried out not being able to withstand this much longer... I was ready so very ready... begging him not to stop as I was enjoying this so very much... OMG... I wanted him to finish this beautiful intense pleasure... My cries were wild as I called out his name over and over again... He complied as he moved his tongue over and around me... knowing the sensitive areas that would bring me to a full wondrous and complete climax.

How very beautiful it was as I lay in the final throes of passion and my mouth wanted to reciprocate and taste him now and run my tongue tip over his soft smooth hardness. His clothes had come off somehow during the time he had brought me to that place of no return as he proceeded to give me oral... I looked down over his naked body and his erection was magnificent and so very large. I longed to take him in my mouth to give him so much pleasure... I reached down to touch him softly and then grasped him with my hand... He moaned as I stroked his shaft with my gentle hand... I loved the feel of his cock, it excited me beyond belief... OMG... I wanted to straddle him to sit up high and ride him like he was my perfect wild stallion. 

I started to stroke him harder, groaning he grabbed my hand suddenly to stop me; I felt his pre- cum on the tip of his shaft and knew that he was more than ready to cum... Sitting up suddenly I moved my hands over his hard smooth body... loving the feel of his rippling muscles... Everything about him was like an elixir an aphrodisiac of erotic delight and I wanted to do whatever it took tonight to give him the ultimate in pleasure... I knew he was so close and I had to be so very careful right now... I kissed his lips hungrily, our mouths devouring each other's... we couldn't get enough it was pure beauty and wild bliss... so very erotic and amazing.

I moved my fingers over him again and started to move my lips downwards, kissing and licking him as I proceeded towards his cock... I turned to push him on his back suddenly and he growled deeply in his throat as I found his hard perfect erection... licking the tip and his pre-cum off and moving my mouth over him with wild abandon now... I couldn't get enough of him... Sucking harder and harder... his body moving in thrusts... groaning and yelling out my name I slowed my pace and moved my mouth with slow precise movements over his cock... taking my time to gracefully give him what he wanted... I groaned in my throat as his fingers sought and found those delicate areas that made me want to cry out again... 

Moving my mouth over him and up and down I continued until he grasped hold of my head and held me in place as his glorious hard cock, pulsated fiercely and shot it's load deeply into my mouth... hitting the back of my throat with it's hot salty sperm... His moans with him fiercely yelling out my name making me feel triumphant in knowing that he had enjoyed this so much... I pulled away from him reluctantly... always loving the feel of his cock in my mouth, hands or inside of me. He reached down to me and told me with his masculine voice to come lay down beside him so he could envelop me in his arms and hold me close to his heart... I didn't need any more coaching, I moved up over his body making sure my breasts touched each and every part of his skin. 

I reached his neck and nuzzled it feeling the hard bit of stubble on my lips and enjoying that little bit of roughness. I nipped his earlobe and whispered into his ear... telling him in my sexy voice, how much I adored him and how much I loved his caresses and his hardness, each and every part of him... I moved towards his mouth again and kissed him with all my passion, every fiber of my being... He returned my kisses with an intensity and equal desire... I felt his body relax suddenly as if he were suddenly fatigued and I saw his eyes close then... His breathing changed and I knew he had drifted off in peaceful slumber... Gently I found the soft warm pile lined fleece blanket and pulled it over us as it had suddenly become very chilly in the room... The warmth of his body and the blanket made me so very cozy and my eyes closed and I felt myself drifting and then sleep... 

I awakened a while later to hands that were moving over my body like velvet and lovely soft kisses to my neck and breasts. I smiled and stretched like a very supple sexy sensual kitten... My arms moving over my head and I heard him laugh softly as he moved up to my mouth to kiss me into full wakefulness... My nipples becoming very hard, those little coral pebbles standing up proudly... His wicked delicious laugh making me feel very sexy and erotic... I knew he wanted me once again as my hand found his rock hardness and I smiled seductively as I kissed him back with raw deep sensual emotion... I knew he would take me this time and my body was very wet and ready for him to once again work his magic on me...