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Tradition

By: Ellie2



My grandfather has the biggest dick of anyone in our family.  I know, because I spend summers up at the cottage, and everyone goes skinny dipping when the nights are too hot to sleep.  Every summer, my cousin Jake and my brother Tony coax everyone into the water, and there's been nothing but splashing fun and lying on the raft until the mosquitos get too bad, then we go back in the water.  We always fooled around with each other after, taking turns feeling each other up in our sleeping bags, but we never went very far when we were kids, and I'm glad we waited until we were all older.  

The summer I was 18, it was just us kids at the cottage.  They trusted us to spend the weekdays up there, and my aunt and uncle would come up on weekends.  Well, Grandpa was always there, since he lived there year round.  I liked being the only girl.  We made a big show about how I would do all the cooking and cleaning, and they'd haul wood for the campfire and be all manly.  

There was something sexual even in washing the dishes at night.  Tony would help dry, and inevitably get my shirt wet so I'd have to take it off and finish washing dishes in my bra.  My grandpa saw, of course, but never stopped us.  Infact, on the weeknights he even encouraged us, saying to Tony, "Your sister has big tits!" Then we'd go out to the screen porch and we would take our shirts off and lay in the hammock with Jake, like when we were kids.

"You do have big tits, Annie," Tony said one night.  He was gently squeezing my left breast, while Jake massaged my right one.

"I guess I get that from dad's side of the family."

"Yeah, my mom has big ones," Jake said.  

"You ever suck 'em?" Tony wanted to know.

"I wish!" Jake laughed.  "She's so uptight, there's a reason I'm an only child.  I bet she hardly ever gives it to my dad."

"That's sad," I said.  "Sex is supposed to feel good."

"Does this feel good, sis?" Tony asked.  I stretched my arms over my head and brought their mouths down on my breasts.  

"Yeah, but it would feel even better if you could lick them," I said, as a light evening breeze wafted through the screen.  The peepers were out in full force, the bug zapper was almost constantly going off, and my brother and my cousin were licking and sucking my tits. 

From the corner of my eye I saw my grandpa sitting at the end of the porch, smoking a pipe and looking out at the water.  He totally ignored us, but any time I let out a little moan he would glance over, then shift himself in the seat.  

I wondered if he would come join us.  I was pretty sure he'd want to touch me like the boys were, because he always rubbed my butt when I hugged him hello or goodbye.  I think he was worried if we wouldn't want him, or something, which was ridiculous, since Jake and Tony had compared dick sizes with Grandpa practically every year, to see if they were getting to be his size.

Grandpa had to be about seven inches, but I'd never seen him with a hard-on, and I bet it would get even bigger.  Jake was tiny when he was limp, but get that boy going and he pumped up to a solid six inches, nice and fat.  Tony was a little longer, but not as thick.  

Thinking of their dicks made me reach down and start rubbing the front of their swim trunks, which they wore almost exclusively. To this point, I'd given them countless handjobs, but never blowjobs, and they'd sucked my tits til I got hickeys, but hadn't found my clit, content to piston two fingers in and out of my hole. 

I knew tonight we'd go even further than before.  I couldn't wait to get back to the bunkroom.  I could feel the wetness between my thighs, and started squirming around.

"Suck my tits harder," I begged softly, and then heard Grandpa stand up.

"Okay, kids, time for bed," he announced.  Tony pulled my shirt down, and Jake got out of the hammock first, not even bothering to hide his hard-on.  

"Yeah, time for bed," I said, similing and kissing Tony on the mouth.  He caught me around the waist and we started making out.  My brother's bulge was already rock hard.

The four of us went into the cottage, when suddenly Grandpa turned and took my hand, pulling me next to him.

"You boys are planning to fuck Annie, right?" he said, his hand going lower, rubbing my ass.

"Yeah," said Jake, crossing his arms over his chest like he was preparing to fight the issue.

"I think it's long past time I showed you how to take care of a woman," Grandpa said, and moved his hand up to my left tit, squeezing it.

"Annie, that okay with you?" Tony asked.

"Hell, yes!" I said.  "I'm so horny I can't even see straight.  I definitely want my first time to be with my family."

"That's the way it's always been," Grandpa said.  "Annie and Tony, your father got initiated by his mom, God rest her soul, and Jake, your mother had me as her first.  No offense, but I think your dad's dick isn't doing it for her."

"She still gets it from you!" Jake said, smiling.

"Yes, son, and I bet if you asked real nicely she'd let you suck on those massive tits of hers."

You'd think it was Christmas for my cousin Jake, he was so happy.

"Let's go into my room," Grandpa said, and we practically fell over each other trying to get there first.

Grandpa turned on the lights next to the bed and pulled down the windowshades.  

"Annie, take your shirt off, but keep your panties on for now," he instructed.  Tony lifted my shirt over my head and Jake unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down.  I stood before them in a white cotton bikini pair of underwear.

"Last summer we popped her cherry with our fingers," Jake said, sounding nervous.  "But we never went all the way."

"I know," Grandpa said.  "And I know she can jack you off, and you're getting to be tit men, both of you.  But there's a few things I can teach you.  You'll never learn if you don't practice, so I expect to see lots of fucking during the rest of the summer, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," we chorused.  

"Okay, Annie," Grandpa said, stripping off his shirt, "Lie down on the bed."

Grandpa had an amazingly fit body, as did the boys.  I couldn't believe I was going to be fucked by these amazingly hot men!  I laid down in the middle of the bed.

"Now, you've already been sucking the tit tonight.  But I heard her ask for a little more pressure, and that's when you have to go for it.  Don't be afraid she'll break.  Like this."

Grandpa laid on his side next to me, lowered his mouth to my nipple, and sucked hard.  I moaned and arched my torso off the bed, one hand going to the back of his head to keep him there.  Tony and Jake were both wide eyed.

"Now you try," he said.

Tony and Jake pressed up against me, and each took a tit into their mouths, licking at first around the nipple, the way I like it.

"Now suck down, as hard as you can," Grandpa coached.  "Her nipples are big and hard for you, boys."

My cousin and brother sucked on my nipples til they were sore, and when Grandpa pulled their heads away, all four of us admired the red, swollen nipples and red suck-marks.

"Not all women are gonig to want you to really chew their tits, right?" Tony said, in awe.  

"That's right.  Your sister's a naturally hot-blooded woman and needs a little more attention paid to her breasts, but other women will want a back massage, or a foot rub, or for you to suck their neck.  Don't be afraid to ask."

"Her panties have a wet spot," Jake noticed.

"Can I please take them off now?" I begged.

"Yes."

I pulled my panties down and Tony pulled them off the rest of the way.

"You can spend a lot of time licking up the sap that's left on a pair of panties," Grandpa said.  "But tonight is just our first lesson, and she's too keyed up to go slow.  Jake, bring that lamp a little closer."

I felt the heat of a lamp shining on my pussy.  

"Lay back and spread your legs, honey," Grandpa said.  "That's it, spread 'em wide, pull your knees back.  Wider, don't be shy.  We wanna get real close to your tight, wet pussy."

All the talk was making me practically drip down my thigh.  I laid back and lazily ran circles around my nipples while the boys had their first lesson.

"The clitoris is right here, at the top.  They come in different sizes.  Annie has a small one."  Grandpa pulled up with his thumb on the top of my mound.  "See that plump little bit of flesh?  You rub or suck that nub and a woman will have an orgasm.  Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes it takes a minute."

"I'm so wet," I moaned.

"Honey, we're gonna take care of that.  Tony, rub your sister's clitty with your fingertip."

I felt Tony's finger worming around in my wet folds, and finally, he found the hard nub Grandpa showed them.  He rubbed it slowly and gently, stopping only to let Jake have a turn.  

"That's it, just like that," Grandpa coached.  "Now press a little harder.  Take turns, and watch the woman to see if she wants more or less pressure.  Keep on rubbing her until she comes."

Grandpa scooped two fingers into my pussy and rubbed it on his cock, which was definitely close to ten, fat inches when it was hard.  It glistened in the lamplight and I couldn't wait for it to be inside me.

"How will we know when she comes?" Tony wanted to know.  

"Stick one finger inside her, and pay attention to how her pussy clenches around you."

Jake and Tony were really into it, rubbing my clit without stopping, and my brother had his index finger up inside of me, pumping very gently in and out.  All of a sudden I felt a slow burn in my pussy that exploded and made me arch my hips off the bed, thrashing around and moaning.  It felt so good!  

"She exploded on my finger!" Tony said.  

"Man, she was so hot!" Jake agreed.

"Okay, boys, now it's time for you to slip those cocks inside her.  You won't last long the first time, that's okay.  Just do what comes natural.  Tony, you go first, since she's your sister."

Tony climbed on top of me and prodded me with his dick.  I helped him guide it into my slick passage, and then he lowered himself down until we were face to face and could make out.  He started grunting as he came, and I wrapped my legs around his back as he came in under a minute, spewing inside me in a few short spurts.

"That was excellent!" Grandpa said.  "Come down here and see what you did to your sister."

"Annie, your pussy is oozing cum," Tony told me.  "You're wetter than the lake and your clit is all puffy.  God, sis, you're so beautiful!"

"My turn," said Jake, and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed.  He wasn't as tender as Tony, and he immediately started thrusting really fast, pushing my thighs wide open.  It felt so good, to be spread open like that for my cousin's fat dick to push in and out of me.

"Oh, Jake," I moaned.  He was pumping in and out, and together we made wet, squelching sounds.  

"I'm coming!"  he shouted.  "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!"

Three times his cock spurted inside me, and then he was done.  

"Now I'm going to take over, and make sure she's full to the brim with family cum," Grandpa said.  "Stay on your back, Annie, we don't want any of it to spill out."

"Yes, sir," I said.  

Grandpa put a pillow under my hips and beckoned the boys over so they could see his technique.  I don't know if it was so much of a technique as it was I was pretty young and he was uncommonly huge.  I started moaning the second he slipped the fat, mushroomed head inside me.

"You're going to take it all in, baby girl," he said.  "It's family tradition."

"Oh, Grandpa, please fuck me," I begged.

Tony and Jake, without asking, helped me keep my knees up and back so Grandpa could really pound my hole.  He slipped it in, inch by inch until I was practically crying for him to start banging me.  And then, bliss.  He groaned, and grunted, and thurst his big dick all the way inside me, then started pumping his hips in a steady motion.  

No quick little minute for Grandpa, oh no.  He was still hard after an hour of constant fucking, and I had had three orgasms, and Tony and Jake were jacking off onto my tits.  Finally, when I just didn't think I could take any more, it happened.

"Spread those legs, honey!  I'm ready to come!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, here it coooooooomes!"

With a loud shout, Grandpa unleashed his load deep in my wet, swollen pussy.  Beads of sweat dripped down his face as he spurted inside me several times, filling me to the brim with the thick fluid.  He pinched my sensitive nipples as he came, holding onto me like I was the reins of a horse.  Boy, was that the ride of my life!  

When he slipped out, he gently closed my aching legs and removed the pillow.

"Jake, get me that box over there," he ordered, panting harhly.

Jake scurried across the room and came back with a plastic box of adult diapers, for incontinence.

"Grandpa, what is this for?" Tony asked.  "Are you having problems?"

"Ha!  No, boy, I just needed a big sized diaper for your sister. Here, let's slip it on her."
  Together they slipped the adult diaper on me, making sure it was nice and snug.  "We want her to keep all this cum inside her all night long, keeping that pussy very full and very wet."

"Then what?" Jake asked.

"Then in the morning, Annie's gonna be our baby girl.  We'll change her diaper, clean up her poop and pee, give her a bath, and teach her how to drink a bottle," Grandpa said, stroking his dick so I would get his meaning.  "For now, you should all get some rest.  And I mean REST."

"Cause we have a busy week ahead," I laughed, stretching my arms out.  I couldn't wait for the morning.

Tradition



[This story includes sexual activity between a dad, mom and their two daughters. It is all hetero.]

*

Human beings are creatures of habit. I always put the right shoe on first. I always start brushing my teeth by brushing the molars on the lower left side first. When I shower, I have a habit of washing things in the same order, every time. When I got married I noticed that the woman I married has habits too. 

When she dresses she always puts her bra on before she puts on panties. She puts on the nylon for her right leg first. Her purse always sits in the same spot in the kitchen. She always squeezes the toothpaste in the middle! The list is almost endless for all of us. 

The difference between a habit and a tradition is subtle. In the family I grew up in it was tradition that presents didn't get opened on Christmas until after the animal chores were done. Animal chores? Milking, feeding chickens and collecting eggs, feeding the pigs and taking care of the horse are all animal chores. In other families Christmas presents are traditionally opened at midnight Christmas eve. One year, my Mom made French toast for breakfast Christmas morning. The next year we asked her to do it again and now French toast is a Christmas tradition.

When people get married they blend the habits and traditions from the families they grew up in and add new traditions they invent. It doesn't take much to start a new tradition. That's what this story is about. Tradition!

On our honeymoon my new wife, Donna, and I went to Florida. We got married in January in Chicago. So, we went somewhere warm. While there we spent some time doing things we had never done. Disneyworld, jet skiing, parasailing, and while driving around we saw a nudist resort and decided to stop in and check it out. It was our first experience of being nude outside with strangers. I worried about seeing naked women and getting hard. It didn't happen. I got a little excited but not exactly hard. Ten minutes later I was my normal limp self. 

What my wife noticed was how many of the women at the resort had shaved all their pubic hair off. "They look like little girls from the waist down." She said.

While we were there I swam some laps in their large pool. My wife talked with some of the women while I was swimming and they talked about shaving. When the day was over we dressed and drove back to our honeymoon hotel suite. Donna asked me if I would like her pussy shaved. Actually, what she asked was if I'd like it if she shaved "down there."

"Honey, as long as you keep sharing it with me, I like it!"

She decided to shave. She sat on the edge of the tub and started to trim her bush with little scissors. She slipped backwards and fell into the tub. She wasn't hurt but it did scare her. Being a new husband and wanting to play with her pussy, I volunteered to shave her pussy.

Rather than risk another fall, I put a towel on the bed and had her lie on the bed. She positioned herself so her pussy was in the best light available, sunshine coming in through the window. I lathered her up with my shaving gel and used a new razor. It didn't take long and she was as smooth as a newborn. I followed the shave with an application of lotion and tongue. She loved how it felt and how she felt all the next day. She said her skin was more sensitive and she noticed how her panties felt as she moved.

The next day as we started our day with sexual play I noticed a little stubble. A one minute shave and she was smooth again. I got in a few licks with my tongue that day, as well.

That was nineteen years ago. Between then and now I have shaved her pussy just over seven thousand times. I don't know the exact count because there have been a few days I missed. Not very many, but a few. It is our private family tradition.

Between then and now we also had twin daughters. They were born the year we were married (ten months after) and are now eighteen. They have always known their mom was shaved. One of our other traditions is that we still go to nudist resorts and nude beaches and the girls go too. We also spend a lot of time at home in the buff. Our girls look a lot like their mom. She is five foot seven, brown hair (with auburn highlights, she would tell you), long legs and 36C chest. I think the same doctor delivered our daughters that delivered my wife. All three have belly-buttons that look exactly like a small push button. The girls are both five-seven, have auburn highlighted brown hair, long legs and 36C chests. I haven't told most people this but the only way I could reliably tell the girls apart is that Nicole has a small mole right next to her right areola and on Kelli it's on her left breast. I'm not sure they know how I could tell. Now that they are eighteen, they have different hair styles and that helps with identifying them.

We decided, as a family, to start a new tradition for Thanksgiving. Instead of staying home, cooking all day, watching football, and stuffing ourselves we would go to a resort we liked where we could let someone else cook, someone else clean up, I could still watch football (with lots of other men), and we could swim, hike, hot tub and party. Donna and I took the week off and we drove to the resort on Tuesday.

Packing for a stay at a nudist resort does not require four suitcases. In fact we got everything into two. One for Donna and I and one for the girls. The fact that all three women are the same size probably means we could have gotten all the clothes into one suitcase, but I didn't do the packing.

Wednesday was warm and partly sunny. We slathered on the sunscreen and enjoyed the day. We met some new people, renewed friendships we had made over the years and drank a lot of iced tea. Donna mentioned to me that Kelli's bush looked like she was ready for winter. I compared her look to her sister, who obviously shaved and trimmed the hair "down there." Kelli was ready for cold weather!

On Wednesday evening I sat in the club house with a dozen other men and watched college football. Ok, a dozen men and three women. Anyway, the yelling and joy was in the room as we cheered and booed for four hours of football. At halftime Donna brought us a platter of sandwiches, chips and sodas. Some other wife brought us cold beers. I had no idea what else my wife and daughters were doing during the game. By midnight I was back in our room and sliding into bed with Donna.

The alarm woke us at seven-thirty. It rang and I sat up in bed thinking, "I don't need to get up!" Donna had put the alarm on the dresser on the far wall from our bed. She got up and shut it off. I looked at her and had nasty thoughts for the seven thousandth time early in the morning. Nasty thoughts show up often in my head but seven thousand of them have been first thing in the morning. 

Donna smiled at me and said, "Go to the bathroom and then bring that thing back to me in bed."

After I drained my radiator, I shaved. I have a habit of shaving both in the morning and in the evening. My dad did it. When I asked him about it, when I was fourteen, he said it was because he never knew when mom might want a kiss and he wanted to me smooth for her. I asked again a few years ago and he shyly smiled and said, "Not all kisses are on the mouth." 

I shave twice a day. Life is uncertain.

Back in bed Donna ran her hand over my face and smiled. We kissed face to face for a while and when I started to move down her body she said, "Please don't eat me this morning. Suck my tits, use your fingers on me down there, but don't eat me. My stubble isn't nice and I want you too much to wait while we shave me."

I don't like to argue with Donna. After all, she didn't ask me not to enjoy myself. I nibbled on her incredible breasts, paying due homage to her areola and nipples. She made all the appreciative noises that I love and her hands let me know when to move on.

Her hands moved me into position so that her mouth could make me as hard as she wanted me. When that happened she put me on my back and rode me cowgirl style. I don't know why the rodeo association doesn't let women ride broncs, from what I know of Donna if they would put a dildo on the saddle there is no way a horse could toss her off! She rode me like she was working for the pony express and dinner was a half hour away. I held on and loved being ridden. I held her hips and then held her tits.

"Squeeze my tits, Honey! Squeeze me!"

I follow directions well. I squeezed her breasts and then used first finger and thumb to pinch her nipples. That pushed her over and she screamed and came all over both of us. A few seconds later I unloaded into her. She bent over and laid herself on my chest.

When she was calm again she said, "It's Thanksgiving. Thank you for being my husband."

"And, thank you for being my wife, girl-friend and mistress." I kissed the top of her head. We rested a few more minutes and she said, "Shower and shave time."

She moved off me and I watched as my dick slipped out of her, bringing with it lots of our combined juices. We showered, kissed and dried each other. I got the gel and a new razor and went to the bedroom. Donna brought a towel out of the bathroom and knocked once on the door as she passed it. She spread the towel on the bed and put herself on it, legs spread. At that very picturesque moment the door between our room and our daughter's room opened. I spun around, knowing only our daughters would be opening the door and not wanting my wife to be embarrassed to be caught in such a pose.

They marched right in and said, "Good morning! Isn't it a beautiful morning?"

I looked at them with my mouth open and then I looked at Donna. She hadn't moved! Her legs were still wide open and she had a big smile on her face. She looked at my face and started laughing.

"Relax Honey, I invited them!" She said.

"We know you've shaved mom for years. We want to watch!" Kelly said the first sentence, Nicole the second. They do that a lot.

"It's Ok with you?" I asked Donna.

"Sure. They know about the tradition between us that started on our honeymoon. I'm not sure they believe you always do it, but he does. I've never shaved myself down there."

The girls looked at each other and giggled. "Mom's funny. She'll let us watch while dad shaves her but she can't say pussy!"

I shook the gel can and shot a dab on her mons. With my fingertips I spread it around until all the area to be shaved was covered. I had learned over the years to work the lather in a little as it made shaving easier and the result smoother. I got a bowl of hot water from the bathroom and started. I shave Donna from the top down and then use angled strokes to catch the hairs that don't easily cooperate. I hold the razor in my right hand and stretch the skin with the fingers of my left. Kelli sat on the bed to my right and Nicole to me left. No one said anything until I was almost finished.

"How do you know you got all the hairs?" Nicole asked.

I used the edge of the towel and wiped the residue of the lather off Donna. Then I leaned over and licked her entire pussy. Whenever I felt a hair I stroked the razor over that area and licked again.

"Oh my God! I would be dripping wet!" Kelli whispered.

"I am," Donna said.

I opened her lips and licked her juices from inside her lips. Kelli jumped up and went into the bathroom. She came back with a towel for both of them and she sat on hers.

"Donna, the shave is done." I said.

"Aren't you going to finish the tradition?" She asked, a big smile on her face.

"In front of them?" I asked. I knew the answer but needed to hear it from her mouth.

"Lick me til I scream, big boy." Her hands hooked her knees and she opened her pussy wider for me. I held her ass in my hands and plunged in. I closed my eyes and licked her from bottom to top. I sucked on her lips and plunged my tongue into her opening. With my eyes closed I could forget my daughters were watching me eat their mother. I concentrated on the signals Donna was giving me about her arousal.

Her lips swelled and got warmer. The flow of her juices increased as did the odor of musk. I love her taste and her fragrance of arousal. Her hands left her knees and grabbed my hands, moving them to her tits. Then they grabbed her knees again.

"Squeeze my tits! Squeeze them hard!"

I did. She moaned from deep inside and drew it out a long time. 

"God, Honey, I'm so turned on! I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled back my head about an inch. "Cum for me now, Donna! Cum now!"

I pinched her nipples and sucked hard on her nub. It was enough! She arched her back, flooded me and the towel, clamped her legs on my head and screamed. I used to believe that by the time I was forty my head would be flat on both sides from her legs squeezing my head. Maybe it'll happen, but I think it may take until I'm fifty.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see all three women looking at me. One with satisfaction in her eyes and two with lust. I closed my eyes again. I had gotten carried away and forgotten Kelli and Nicole were there.

Donna pushed Nicole and rolled in her direction. Kelli immediately rolled into the place where her mother had been. I felt the movement and opened my eyes. Kelli spread her legs wide, looked me in the eyes and said, "My turn! I'd like the family tradition, please."

I looked over at Donna. She smiled at me and said, "They aren't little girls anymore. They know what they want and what they want is what they saw you give me."

"What we want is for you to continue the family tradition, and include us!" Both girls said at once.

"Just the shave?" I asked.

"Daddy!" They screamed. Kelli pointed at her open pussy and said, "I'm already so wet I'm gonna cum when you touch me! Now, touch me!"

"You're my daughters!"

"And, we love you." Kelli said. Nicole added, "We've wanted to make love to you for years. We saw you doing it with mom a few times and got sooooo turned on! Then yesterday while you were watching football we talked."

Kelli added, "Mom told us about how you show her you love her by taking such good care of her pussy, and by shaving yourself twice a day."

Nicole continued, "And you have always taken such good care of us too."

Donna finished their plea. "All they want is for you to love all three of us, as women who already love you."

I knew I was sunk. I had never won an argument where the three of them were on one side and I was on the other. My eyes went from Kelli's eyes to Donna's and then to Kelli's pussy. I saw a bead of her juices trembling at the edge of her, just about to slide down onto her taint. I slowly bent forward and licked that single bead from her.

"Oh God! Daddy!"

I licked again and again. She began to quiver. Her hands held my head and she spoke at a hundred miles an hour.

"Oh Daddy! Yes! Right there! There too! Oh! That feels so..." 

Her body twitched and she squirmed beneath me. Her legs held my head while her hands pulled me in tighter to her open pussy.

She froze, screamed, and clamped her legs against my head! I felt the muscles of her pussy spasm and the juices flow from her to my mouth.

When she calmed down I wiped her and then applied gel to her. I worked it in and the shaved her smooth. Donna I could do in a minute or two. I knew her pussy very well and it had been shaved quite often. Kelli had side shaved a few times so her hair wouldn't hang out of her bathing suit, but she had never had a razor take all her hair before. Her shave took a lot longer than Donna's. 

I had to pause three times while she came from just my touching her. I waited and when she calmed down I continued.

"Ok, kid. Your smooth."

"I don't know, Daddy. I think you need to give it the tongue test." Nicole said. Kelli and Donna smiled.

"I don't know if Kelli can stand the tongue test. She might pass out."

"Try me," she said.

I did. She came one more time. I had not missed a single hair. Nicole helped her sister stand and then she put herself in front of me.

"Daddy, I would like the shave first, please. Mom says it's better that way."

Donna handed me the can of gel. I shook it and then shot some just above Nicole's slit. I spread it around and worked it into her pussy. Donna handed me a new razor. I said, "Try to hold as still as you can. I don't want to cut you."

As the razor touched her skin I felt a face near mine. It was Kelli watching the hair come of her sister. Stroke after stroke I bared her skin. Kelli made noises and so did Nicole. Then Kelli asked, "Nicole, are you ready to cum?"

"I'm so close! Daddy is touching my pussy!" That was enough! Her body tensed, she arched and a low groan was heard. Her body shook and her legs tried to clamp together. I waited.

When she calmed some I resumed shaving her. As I shaved the hairs between her vulva and her butt pucker she told her mother and sister how sexy it felt. 

She needed two extra passes with the razor to pass the tongue test. As I applied lotion she squirmed and told me how good my hands felt. When I leaned in to lick her Kelli said, "Nicole, he's going to lick you!" 

Nicole looked. She wanted to see me lick her. As soon as my tongue touched her inner lips she came again! I stayed with her as she thrashed and moaned. I licked, kissed and sucked her pussy through three more orgasms. Then she begged, "Daddy, stop or I'll die. I can't take any more!"

I stopped. I went in the bathroom and got another towel to clean up the mess we had made on the towel and the end of the bed. Kelli emptied the bowl of water and threw away the razors. When the three razors hit the trashcan I thought, "I need to buy stock in Gillette." We were going to need a lot of razors.

Nicole got up so I could remove the towel from the bed. Donna took it from me and kissed me. "Thanks, Nick. I think this may be our best Thanksgiving yet."

When she let go Nicole stepped into my arms and molded her body against mine. "Thank you, Daddy. I know this is my best Thanksgiving!" We kissed and her tongue pushed into my mouth. She kissed me with enthusiasm and passion. My cock lifted and started to get hard. I let her go and stepped back a half step.

That made just enough room for Kelli to take Nicole's place. Her kiss finished the elevation of my erection. While we were kissing I suddenly felt a mouth on my cock!

I jumped a little, wondering if the mouth was Donna's or Nicole's. When my kiss with Kelli ended I looked down and saw Donna looking up at me.

Nicole said, "Everyone has cum except you, Daddy."

It wasn't true. I had cum before they arrived in our room. I decided not to argue. I wouldn't win and losing to these three was winning anyway. Donna knew exactly how to get me off. She swallowed everything I gave her.

When she stood back up the girls said, "Let's go eat!" We put on sandals and went to the resort restaurant. As we walked Nicole and Kelli kept making comments about how being shaved felt different. All three ordered breakfast with sausage.

After breakfast the women in my life were recruited to the kitchen to help prepare the huge Thanksgiving feast. I went to the club house and watched football. Actually, I sat in front of the TV but didn't really watch the game. I was thinking about how life had changed. I thought about how a family tradition just might have changed the future of life in our house. From Thanksgiving on, life would be a lot smoother in our house.

Now every time I see the ads for "Fiddler on the Roof" I laugh. We have the CD at home and sometimes one of them will play the song "Tradition!" to begin her request for a shave.



Tradition..



Tradition!! Memorial Day weekend in the Northwest serves up fantastic Pinot Noirs and Pinot Gris's. This year it served up that, and more..

Ever since we met, my Wife and I have used this weekend as a special treat to ourselves. Our first date was a wine tasting affair in the Willamette Valley of Oregon's Wine Country. A lot of the small wineries are only open this weekend for capacity reasons. You can get some great wines. Of course you can get a little wasted if not careful.

It was Saturday. The sun was peeking through the clouds, and the forecast was for mostly sunny skies with temps in the upper 70's. On our way to the first winery of the day, I told my wife how nice her tits looked in the outfit she was wearing. It was a skin-tight light grey cotton shirt. She was wearing no bra, and her nipples were hard from the cool breeze of the morning air. I reached over a squeezed them. She immediately noticed my cock was growing.

"Calm down," she said. "The day is just beginning." 

Yes it was. We arrived at our first winery, and paid the customary "tasting" fee. The gal taking the money was bit older and noticed my wife's nipples sticking out through the material of her shirt. She made a comment to my wife that she should put on a coat before heading into the cellar area. Of course based upon our past wine tasting experience, we knew about the cooler temp's in the cellar. After that comment, my wife and I looked at each other and smiled. We walked towards the cellar, with wine glasses in hand, and didn't say a word the old gal..

When we reached the cellar area, the aroma of wine hit our noses. We started out with white wines, Chardonnay and Pinot Gris. After a few tastes, the wine gave us that familiar euphoric feeling. With all of the people in the cellar area, and the space heaters strategically located, my wife's nipples returned to their normal full, puffiness. 

Since having children, these times together have been few and far between. We moved on to the reds. You can't beat an Oregon Pinot Noir. After getting our glasses filled with the reserve Pinot, we started to walk around the cellar. If you've never been in a cellar at a small winery, it's unbelievable. Wine barrels everywhere. The sexual tension filled the room. We were between barrels when my wife surprised me and pulled her shirt up exposing her puffy nipples to me. 

"Suck my nipples!!" she instructed me. 

My mouth engulfed her left nipple. I eagerly sucked on it and circled it with my tongue. A small moan escaped from her. I moved to the right nipple and repeated my assault. She was horny. She started making bucking motions with her hips. 

I pulled off the nipple, pulled her shirt back down, and said, "Remember the day is young..." 

She looked disappointed briefly, but smiled and grabbed my unmistaken hardness. She kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "I owe you one."

We purchased a few bottles and headed down the road to our next winery. This winery has been around forever. It has wine cave to age and hold the wine barrels. We grabbed our tastes and followed a tour through the wine caves. We were the last ones in the group, so I decided it was my turn to surprise my wife. I was wearing a pair of Black Levi's, with no underwear of course, and popped my hard cock through an unbuttoned opening. The white skin and purple head stood out against the dark material. Behind my wife, I pushed to the side of her and brushed my cock against the skin of her hand. She immediately grabbed it and started stroking it as we walked, listening to the winemaker give his presentation on the history of the cave. 

Now my wife gives experts hand jobs, and she knows my breaking point. I asked her one time how she knows I'm going to spurt, other than looking at my face. She said, "The head of your cock gets shiny and slick."  It must have felt slick, because she stopped stroking it and released her warm hand. The cool air of the cave hit. You could see the steam rising from it. At that point, the tour stopped to look at something. My wife was still in front of me, and spread her legs. I stuck my hard cock between her ass and legs. She was wearing cotton stretch pants, without panties, and I could feel her wetness on my throbbing member. As soon as the tour continued, she released my cock, turned around, dropped to her knees and stuck it in her mouth. She slowly pulled her mouth off it and the cool air hit it once again. She stood up kissed me, and said, "Two can play that game." She turned around and caught up with the group. I stuffed my tool back in my pants, and joined them as well.

We purchased a few more bottles and moved on to our next winery. It was our favorite. After paying the obligatory tasting fee, my wife excused herself and went to the rest room. I was going to join her for some heavy petting, but like I said, this was a small winery and the bathroom fit the room. I headed to the Red wine section. I grabbed a taste of Gammy Noir, another excellent wine, and was looking at print of the winery when I felt a tap on the shoulder. I was a little buzzed, and thought I would get my wife back for the last winery teasing. So, with my free hand, I reached behind me and grabbed her crotch. I noticed immediately, she wasn't wearing her stretch pants. She had changed to a skirt. When I turned around to ask her why she changed, I was stunned. It wasn't my wife. I must have turned the same shade of red as the wine I was drinking. 

I said, "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, I think I've have had too many tastes of wine. I thought you were my wife coming back from the bathroom. Please forgive me!" 

I could see she was stunned as well. After starring at me for what seemed like 10 minutes, she said, "No problem." 

Then she shocked me. "I watched the show you and your wife put on at the last two wineries and it's made me very wet!" she commented. With that, she just walked away. Needless to say, I was dumbfounded.

When my wife returned, she must have noticed I was dazed because she asked me if I was all right. I finished my Gammy, and got another. I told my wife, "You aren't going to believe what just happened." As she listened to me, her face turned the same color red as the wine. 

She said, "You know me better than that, I usually grab your ass to get your attention."

She was right. The wine must have gotten to me more than I thought. I excused myself to the restroom. Upon returning, my wife's smile had returned to her face. We purchased a couple bottles, and headed to the next winery.

As we entered the tasting room, my wife noticed some homemade Christmas Knick Knack's someone was peddling, and she told me she would meet me at the counter. As she walked away, she said, "Remember, I'll grab your ass when I want to get your attention!" I just shook my head and said, "Yeah, thanks Hon,,"

I pushed my way through the crowd to the counter. The chick pouring the wines asked, "Just one tasting?" I responded, "For now. My wife will be here any moment after she decides to by one of the Knick Knacks."

She poured me an excellent 2005 Pinot Noir. 2005 was a great year for Pinot's in Oregon. I took a couple of sips, admiring the prints on the wall behind the counter, when I felt the familiar grab of my ass, signaling it was my wife this time before I made another fool of myself. I reached for her glass to hand it too her. I turned around to give it to her, and about dropped it. It wasn't my wife but the gal I mistakenly violated at the previous winery. She took the glass and said, "Why thank you!! Paybacks can be fun.."

She moved beside me at the counter, and said, "I suppose I should introduce myself, since we've exchanged 'handshakes'. My name is Bonnie." 

I muttered out, "Hi! I'm Brian."

"I owe you an apology this time," she said. "I approached your wife at the last winery while you were using the restroom, and introduced myself. She told me about the ass grab to get your attention." 

Now it made sense to me. That's why my wife told me to wait for her ass grab. By the way, where was she? I gazed over at the Knick Knack table and she was still window-shopping. I apologized again for my rudeness at the last winery. She smiled and said, "Forget about it. I actually enjoyed it."

We both took a couple of sips of wine. The wine was working its magic. There were a lot of people standing at the counter. I felt like a sardine. Bonnie motioned her finger at me to lower my head to her face, and whispered in my ear, "put your glass on the counter, and move your hand to my crotch. I don't think you really had a chance to feel how wet you and Mary have made me!" 

I did as she said. She had somehow managed to pull her tight skirt up past her pussy. The moment my hand touched her pubes, I could tell she was telling the truth. As I pushed my fingers into her mound, a small moan escaped from her mouth, and she closed her eyes. I moved my head towards her ear, and whispered, "You're soaking wet!!!" 

At that point, I noticed my wife waving at me, trying to get my attention, pushing her way through the crowd up to the counter. I moved my hand away from Bonnie's wet pussy, and back to my wine glass. Bonnie opened her eyes, just as my wife reached the counter. 

When she got to the counter, she grabbed my ass and said, "Did Bonnie get "your" attention this time?" 

We all started laughing. I handed my wife her glass, and she took a sip. "Must be a '05", she said. Like I said, 2005 was a great year for Oregon Pinot Noir.

Bonnie looked at my wife and said, "Your husband has a nice ass to go along with those "forceful" but "gentle" hands." 

I could see my wife was a little puzzled by that comment. I tried to ignore it. Some people had move away from the counter, giving us a little more room. I motioned to the gal pouring the wine; we would like to try the Merlot. She instructed us to put our glasses on the counter and she poured the wine. It was a little darker red than the Pinot, more full-bodied. I grabbed my wife's glass and handed it to her. As she grabbed it, she held my hand and pulled it towards her nose. I knew she could smell Bonnie's scent.  You didn't have to get that close to my hand to smell the aroma. Bonnie was really wet and my fingers gave it away.

My wife said to Bonnie, "That's what you meant by "gentle"." 

It was Bonnie's turn to get red faced. She said, "I'm sorry Mary, I was caught in the moment, and I needed someone to feel my wetness." 

My wife reached out and grabbed my crotch. Of course, I was hard as a rock. "She must have been really wet", said my wife. 

She moved closer to Bonnie and slid her free hand underneath Bonnie's skirt. Bonnie again let out a soft moan, as my wife's hand touched her wet box. I quickly gazed around to see if anyone was watching. My wife and Bonnie seemed to be in a different world, not even caring if eyes were attacking them. Fortunately, no one was watching; because I didn't want the action to stop.

Bonnie spread her legs a bit, and my wife started moving her fingers up and down Bonnies wet slit. After they were lubricated, my wife trapped Bonnie's swollen clit between middle and forefinger, and started making a circular motion. Bonnie's eyes were closed, and her breathing was becoming shallow. What a sight. My wife was getting her off. My wife continued her assault. Bonnie was going to cum any second. My wife whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear what she said, but, I didn't have too. Bonnie reached out with her left hand and found my hard cock. The minute she touched it, Bonnie opened her eyes, starred at my wife and said, "I'm going to fucking cum all over your hand!!" 

Wow did she!! Bonnie's cum was trickling down the insides of both thighs.

My wife removed her hand from Bonnie's wet cunt, and bought it to her nose to inhale the aroma, just like swirling the wine and sniffing the bouquet. She then inserted both fingers in her mouth to taste the sweet nectar. I of course asked her if she would share, and she said, "NO!! You have to get your own taste." Right then, the gal pouring the wine asked if we wanted to taste the Cab. We all said yes!!

After a couple of minutes reveling in the moment, Bonnie grabbed my wife's ass and said, "Thank you, Mary!! I needed that after watching you two this morning." 

This morning I thought. "Shit," I said. "It's almost 3:30pm and we still have to go to your favorite winery Hon." My wife looked at me and we both said, "ARGYLE!!"

Bonnie said, "Argyle! What's so special about that winery?" 

My wife said, "Do you like Champagne Bonnie?" 

Bonnie said, "I love it Mary."  

"Why don't you join us?" I said.

We purchased a few more bottles of wine, and headed to Argyle with Bonnie right behind us. On the way, my wife reached over, grabbed my still hard cock, and said, "Poor thing, It looks like he needs some lovin.." 

With that, she unbuttoned my jeans and my cock popped out. She immediately put it in her mouth and started to slowly suck it. Up and Down, Up and Down. Bonnie was right behind us, and could tell something was going on because I had slowed way down. The roads in the wine country are very curvy. She honked and flashed her lights at us.

My wife heard the honking, and she knew I was about to explode. She stopped sucking and said, "I don't want you to come yet. We've got more entertaining to do."

We finally reached Argyle. Bonnie parked right next to us. I opened the door, climbed out of our Ford Expedition, and proceeded to button up my pants. 

"WAIT!!" I heard. Bonnie raced around her car to meet me. My cock was tucked in, but my pants were not buttoned all of the way. She pulled the two buttons I had done open and engulfed my cock with her mouth. She licked the backside of it with her tongue, while it was still in her mouth. My wife had come around the rig to see what was going on, and said; "Don't suck it to long Bonnie. I brought him to the brink on the way here, and he will explode anytime."

Hearing that, Bonnie pulled her mouth off my throbbing cock. She gently squeezed my balls, looked at my wife and said, "Oh Yeah, he's full..." 

Just then, some pre-cum had made it to the tip of my cock. Both women noticed, and my wife said, "Go ahead Bonnie, there will be later." 

With that, Bonnie used the tip of her tongue to gobble up my love juice. "I hope it goes with Champagne?" she said.

My wife responded, "It goes great with Champers.."

We paid the tasting fee, and were informed that this years tasting was going to be in the main cellar. We were instructed to go out back, around the corner and through the big doors on the left. We grabbed our glasses and headed to the cellar. The women went right for the champagne. I went to the reds and scope out any potential places to taste what I really wanted. PUSSY... 

I looked over at Bonnie and my wife they were sipping champagne and talking and laughing. Having a good ole time.. I filled my glass with another excellent '05 Pinot, and meandered off deeper into the cellar, hoping to find a secluded area. I was getting pretty deep when I heard my name. "Brian, are you in here?" It was my wife.

"Over here Babe", I responded. "What are you doing? Are you trying to hide from us." my wife said.

Right then they reached me. "No! I'm not trying to hide from you. I was trying to find the right size barrel to bend you over and fuck you from behind." I responded.

My wife came right up to me, planted a big kiss and said this one looks perfect. With that, she pulled her pants down, exposing her dark, wet bush to both Bonnie and I and said, "You've had to hold out all day. Stick that hard cock in me and fill me up."

I started to unbutton my pants to give her what she asked for, but Bonnie had her own plans. She said, "Hold on stud. You can fuck her as soon as I'm done with her."

My wife had already bent over the Oak barrel, her ass and pussy at perfect fucking level. Bonnie squeezed her ass checks and my wife let out a whimper. Bonnie instructed my wife to turnover. My wife obeyed and was concave with her back lying across the barrel. Her pussy looked delicious. Bonnie obviously thought so because she started devouring my wife. My wife was hot, but the cool cellar made her nipples hard against her tight shirt. I had to do something. I moved to my wife, lifted her shirt up and began sucking on her sensitive nipples. Her moaning was becoming more audible.

Between Bonnie expert tongue, and my gentle nibbling, my wife was getting close to orgasm. I kissed her and asked her how she liked Bonnie licking her cunt. She moaned loudly, "I love the way she's licking my cunt." 

"Yes Bonnie, Yes!!" she said. "Flick it faster, faster..." I pulled my cock out of my pants and told my wife to grab it. It was throbbing, and she could feel it. 

"Don't Stop Bonnie, Please Don't Stop!!" She propped her head up, looked at Bonnie, who was looking at her eye to eye, and said, "RIGHT NOW!! I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMM..."

Her whole body started shaking. I almost thought the full barrel of wine she was leaning over moved. Bonnie licked my wife's pussy juice from her lips, slid up the front of my wife, stopping to kiss each nipple and finally my wife's mouth. My wife could taste herself, and this seemed to make her hot again. My cock was still throbbing in my wife's hand. 

She looked at me and said, "Okay, you need to fuck me right now!!" 

My wife flipped over, ass and pussy ready for the taking. Bonnie pulled my shirt off and my pants down. Somehow thinking I would need some lubrication, forgetting how wet she made my wife, engulfed my hard cock in her warm, pussy juice covered mouth. 

She sucked on it a few times, popped it out of her warm mouth. Her saliva covered the full 7 inch length. 

"You can stick it in her now." she commanded.

I did!! It was like a hot knife going through butter. My balls were really full and I knew it wasn't going to be long. My wife was saying, "Come on babe, Fuck me. That's it jam that hard cock into me!!" 

Bonnie didn't want to be left out. I hadn't even noticed she pulled her skirt down and top off. I was pounding my wife's pussy from behind, and Bonnie came behind me and wrapped herself around me. I could feel her hard nipples against my back and her wet pussy against my ass. What a feeling. My wife was telling me to fill her up with my love juice and Bonnie was helping me do it. Her body was so tight against mine; it felt like we were both fucking my wife. 

"Fuck her good! Oh yeah!! Shoot your hot cum in her.", Bonnie said in highly aroused state.

I listened to both of them and shot my wad into my wife. She was so wet, that on the third pump, I slipped out of her pussy and shot a small load on the small of her back.

Bonnie was attached to me like a symbiotic host. She knew I slipped out and let go of me. She saw the cum and wasted no time in lapping it up. In fact, she wanted to taste both of us. She put my semi-hard cock her mouth. She sucked the remaining cum out and lapped up the pussy juice my wife left on it.

Right then an announcement was made that the winery was about to close. We all dressed, finished our tastes and stammered enough energy to leave the cellar.

At our cars, we gave the obligatory hugs and kisses and goodbyes. Bonnie looked at both my wife and I and said, "So this is what wine tasting on Memorial Day weekend is about...."



Tradition



I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped off course that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy a house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or sea side girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price. As money was not an issue and because I didn't mind the prospect of a long-term renovation, I didn't need a lot of time to make up my mind. Although the place was an absolute dump, I insisted on moving in as soon as possible, before any of the repairs or modifications had even started. 

One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face – and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get – until he was right in front the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?"

"I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied.

"Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch.

"Oh well, I see... it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility..." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him.

"No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave.

"Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.

Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Richard and he was 57 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.

He lived about half a mile away – and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife – his high school sweet heart – away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man. 

However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress – dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping – I decided to call him on it.

"Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous."

"Don't worry about." he smiled.

"Richard, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly.

"But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now.

"Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."

He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk..."

"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment.

"... to masturbate," he concluded.

I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming.

"Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him.

"Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking..."

"I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next.

"I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Richard said as he was about to get up and leave.

"Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave.

"It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes... I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down.

"Why here?" I asked.

"There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot... and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Richard said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment.

"But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again... I'll find another spot."

"You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought.

"Off course I do," Richard replied, "This part of the beach is yours now."

"Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled.

"That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked.

"Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of – it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled.

"And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon."

"Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"

I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler.

"Besides..." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!"

"Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond.

"Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day – sometimes more than once – that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual."

"I... uhm..." I stuttered, at a loss for words.

"Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker."

"Uh, maybe a little bit..." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear.

"Very good," Richard said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off."

"Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants.

"Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.

"No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock. 

As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me – with his back towards me – and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.

I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but – naturally – my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Richard jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach... my beach, in front of my house!

I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Richard. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday – and probably every day before that, for like forever – a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors. 

As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Richard once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner – telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt – that barely covered the panties – I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals – although I was still in denial about that.

When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered – probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.

When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."

Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question... but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.

But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt – I don't why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Richard quickly took off all of his clothes – sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear – before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed. 

He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits – without actually buttoning up again.

As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?"

"You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house.

"Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch – where he had in the meantime taken a seat – I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.

As I handed him his cup of tea, I automatically glanced at his cock which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after... you know?"

"Oh, most of the time it does," Richard replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard... don't worry, it 'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."

Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.

"When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times – probably not too subtle – he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that. 

As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them. 

When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight..."

I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."

He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash. 

So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked – something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue – the center of my lust – and dropped to my knees. 

With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed – and slutty – for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.

The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Richard's tissue and cum – and my fingers – had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties – not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore. 

There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body – covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again. 

It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.

Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?"

"I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue.

"Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong.

"Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.

As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?"

"I guess I would," I replied, remarkably at ease with the whole situation.

He slid off the chair onto his knees and started wanking, half of the time with his eyes closed, the other half looking at my tits and crotch. After a few minutes, he moaned and ejaculated into his free hand, which he held as a cup under the fat tip of his cock. When he was done, he reached into the chest pocket of his shirt – lying on the floor next to his chair – and took out a tissue, using it to scoop up all of the cum from his hand and cock.

"There you go," he said as he got up and handed me the tissue.

"Thanks," I whispered as I accepted it. Realizing there was no point in waiting for him to leave – he already knew I had eaten his cum and would do so again – I folded the tissue open and pressed the gooey part of it against my tongue. Feeling surprisingly little shame or embarrassment – probably because I was horny as fuck – I slid my free hand into my panties and started playing with myself right in front of him, while tasting his sticky, fresh goo. After consuming every speck of cum – and part of the tissue as well – I threw what was left of it on the table and forced myself to stop as I knew I would have difficulty climaxing in my current position.




Tradition



After gawking at me for a few more seconds, clearly aroused, Richard snapped out of it and said, "Well uh, same time tomorrow?"

I nodded and smiled as we both felt like we'd gotten everything out of tonight we were comfortable with – for now. I sat up straight and sipped from my tea as he picked up his clothes and walked towards the stairs. Instead of heading down, he turned and asked, "I was wondering... if perhaps, I mean if you're not busy, if you would like to accompany me to the opera, this Saturday?"

I smiled at the absurdity of the situation; he was nervously asking me out for a date, while he had just jacked off in front of me and had watched me eat his cum, while playing with myself.

"I would love to," I replied with a big smile.

"Wonderful," he smiled, "I'll pick you up, around seven?"

"Perfect. It's a date."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," he said as he turned and left.

Because of his invitation my lust had all but faded, so I put on a shirt and went to bed, wondering what my ex-husband would say if he knew I had a date on Saturday, with a man who had masturbated in front of me several times and who's cum I had eaten twice already. Although I had seen him completely naked, I realized that he still hadn't seen my pussy; I would have to remedy that inequality as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

The following day, I felt quite randy and particularly slutty all day long, probably because I had an itch that needed some serious scratching. I did my best to keep busy, while I anxiously counted down the hours to dusk.

Naked, except for my white cotton panties, I awaited Richard's arrival. Not from behind the glass doors, but from right there on the porch this time. When he walked into view, I smiled as I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He waved as he approached the house and assumed his usual position in the sand, facing the house, and me. I leaned over the banister and watched him jerk that big cock for about a minute, when I suddenly recalled the last thought on mind the night before. I stood up straight and slowly started pushing my white panties down.

I had barely exposed my bush when he loudly screamed, "Oh fuck!" and started convulsing wildly.

Happy with the result I had gotten, I let go of my panties, leaving them exactly where they were – rolled up just underneath my bush – and waited for him to come up the stairs.

"Sorry I don't have a tissue for you this time," he joked, ogling my crotch as soon as it came into view.

"That's okay," I smiled as I noticed a residual bead of cum dangling from his cock – sticking out of his zipper. Without the slightest hesitation, I put down my cup of tea and said, "I'll get it straight from the source this time!"

Before his brain could process what I had said, I reached out, grabbed his flaccid dong with one hand, gently squeezing it, and used the index and middle finger of my other hand to scoop up the cum from his cock head. Then, I ostentatiously stuck out my tongue and wiped his cum on it, swallowing it and then sucking my fingers for a moment. My god, I was acting like such a slut!

He just stood there, gawking at me, even as I lowered my hands again and stepped back towards the table. As I sat down, amused by his bewildered facial expression, I realized the strange position of my panties again. But, since they weren't causing me any discomfort, I refused to pull them up or push them down. Truth be told, it felt kind of slutty leaving them like that. As soon as Richard snapped out of it, he – to my mild surprise – took off all of his clothes and sat down completely naked in his usual seat.

After we had both sipped from our tea, he said – apparently emboldened by what I had just done, "You know, I've probably got another load in my balls... if you'd like I could shoot it straight into your mouth."

"Thanks," I replied with a smile, "But I think I'll stick to tissues for now."

"As you wish," he replied, sipping from his tea again.

"So, what are we seeing on Saturday?" I asked, changing to a lighter subject. After briefly discussing our upcoming date, the conversation progressed further into opera and other fine arts. Aside from the constant leering at each other's exposed genitals, it was actually quite an intellectual conversation. When we ran out of tea, I went inside to make us a fresh pot – still leaving my panties where they were. As I sat down and poured Richard another cup, he suddenly reached over and gently took my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and playing with it. My nipple became instantly hard and started radiating lust to the rest of my body. By the time I had poured myself another cup as well, Richard was already gently tugging it, driving me crazy and actually making me wet. 

Slowly his other hand moved towards my other tit and he started doing the same to that nipple, while continuing our conversation. Making sure I kept my tits and nipples within Richard's reach, I stuck my hand under the table as far as I could, feeling around for his no doubt swollen cock, but I couldn't locate it. As he realized what I was trying to do, he scooted forward on his chair, bringing his cock within my grasp. Although I could still only wrap my hand around half it, I figured it would get the job done just fine and so I started jacking him off with a solid, firm grip. We both started moaning during our ongoing conversation, but managed to keep it going nonetheless, although be it a little less focused than before. Realizing this wasn't the most ideal position for a handjob, Richard got up about a minute into my stroking and repositioned his chair right next to mine, sitting down and opening his legs wide, giving me unhindered access. 

Now able to stroke the whole length of his fat shaft, I was able to jerk him off much more comfortably than before. He, was able to cup my breasts and jiggle them as hard and as nasty as he saw fit. Although my legs were open wide and my pussy was still exposed, he made no attempt to touch me down there. I don't know if I would have stopped him or not, but I guess he felt like the time wasn't right yet. He did stare at my bush a lot and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand every time he did. When, after several minutes, he started visibly quivering on his chair, I knew he was going to cum. I quickly scooted to the edge of my seat, pulled my panties forward with my free hand – opening them up – and directed his purple cock straight at the center of them. 

His mouth fell open when he realized what I was going to do. He looked down in disbelief as I whacked the cum out of his balls into my panties. The fact that I kept on talking during his ejaculation only seemed to increase his pleasure. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his cock, got up and pulled my panties back up into their proper place. Then, with my crotch mere inches away from his face, I started pressing and massaging my drenched panties into my bush and pussy.

"Oh my god," Richard whispered.

Completely free of any shame or hesitation, I closed my eyes and while the middle finger of my right hand started rubbing Richard's cum into my clit, my left hand started kneading my tits and playing with my nipples, making them hard as little rocks. I could actually feel his breath on me as he watched me squirm and writhe in sheer lust. 

Realizing I wasn't going to climax like this – and I wasn't quite ready to let him finger, let alone fuck me – I continued my perverted show while I weighed my options. After about twenty seconds, I'd made my decision. I turned and strolled into the house as I glanced back at him over my shoulder, encouraging him to follow me. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, to one of those fake fireplace programs. As Richard sauntered into the living room, I took off my drenched panties and started playing with myself tenderly; gently drawing circles on my moist clit, fondling my swollen nipples and caressing myself all over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust, ignoring the fact that Richard was right there in the room with me; I had never masturbated so openly in front of someone, not even my husband. 

I don't know how long I had been at it – possibly ten or fifteen minutes – when my body suddenly had had enough of the endless teasing and demanded some much needed relief. I gently stuck two fingers up my sodden twat and started fingering, filling the quiet room – except for my shallow breathing and the chirping noises of the fake fireplace – with lewd squishing noises. I was so primed for an orgasm that it didn't even take me a minute to reach my climax, and when I did, I made it last for minutes and minutes. I fingered myself deep and fast while continuing to stimulate my clit with my other hand, sending endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body. When plain fatigue eventually forced me to stop, I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices; some of it was dripping down the leather couch and was soaking the carpet right in front of it. I slumped, exhausted, against the back of the couch and moaned heavily as I enjoyed the lingering sensations of a superb orgasm.

Sensing that this was his queue, Richard whispered, "I think I'd better be going."

He was more than likely sporting another one of his massive boners, but I was too far gone to open my eyes, so I just whispered, "Ok, see you tomorrow."

"Pick you up at seven?" he asked.

"Perfect," I smiled, realizing that tomorrow was Saturday; date night!

It was the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep – on the couch – and the first thing when I opened my eyes the next morning. All morning, my sensitive genitals were a constant reminder of what I had done in front of – and because of – Richard. After a restful afternoon, I started preparing for our date around five and finished at about a quarter to seven. I was wearing a long, slimming black cocktail dress with black underwear and matching high heels. I paced up and down the living room; I couldn't believe how nervous I was!

Seven o'clock sharp, he rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a smile, gave me a peck on the cheek and offered me a bouquet of twelve red roses. A little overwhelmed, I invited him in and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

"You really shouldn't have," I said, blushing and unable to hide a smile.

"My pleasure," he whispered as he patiently waited for me to finish tending to the flowers. 

When I was done and reached for my purse, he said, "I've got something else for you."

To my amusement, he pulled a small, sealed, plastic bag out of his pants pocket, which contained a crumpled paper tissue; after opening the bag, he carefully pulled the tissue out using only two fingers and handed it to me.

"Prepared just for you, this afternoon," he smiled.

My pussy involuntarily contracted and my initial smile turned to instant lust as I accepted the tissue, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Then, while looking at the dirty hankie – quickly locating his goo – I opened it and brought it up to my lips, where I loudly slurped his warm and gooey sperm out of it. After swallowing ostentatiously, I folded the tissue back to its former size and handed it back to Richard, who was looking at me with a perplexed grin.

"You're amazing," he stated, as he put the tissue back in the plastic bag and threw it on the table.

"You're just saying that because I am a slut who eats your cum on a daily basis," I chuckled, picking up my purse and walking towards the hallway.

"Good point," he replied as he followed me to the front door.

He held the passenger's door open for me, like a true gentleman. After a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the opera, where I was surprised to learn that he had gotten us a private balcony box right next to the stage; the best seats in the house, so to speak. The play consisted of three acts, each lasting about forty-five minutes with two intermissions, each lasting about twenty minutes. Halfway through the second act, I noticed Richard getting restless, constantly looking at his watch and fidgeting in his chair. Realizing that his daily routine was probably the cause of this mild anxiety, I ignored it, figuring he would keep himself in check until we got back to my place. However, about ten minutes later, I suddenly noticed him unzipping his pants and taking out his shlong. 

As he started jacking it, I was torn between watching him or the stage, and ended up alternating between them. At the end of act two, I had expected Richard to storm off into the bathrooms to finish himself off, but instead he continued wanking during the whole of the intermission. We didn't speak; instead I just looked at him, pumping that big hard cock of his in his half-open fist. 

Twenty minutes later, when the lights dimmed again and act three was about to start, Richard – still masturbating – looked at me and asked, bluntly, "Could you sit like a slut?"

I looked at him for a few seconds, before scooting towards the edge of my seat and reaching under my dress to take off my black panties. After throwing them onto the floor, I reclined in my chair and opened my legs wide, while pulling my dress up as high as it would go in my seated position, exposing my bare legs and my now unshielded pussy. 

Then, I slowly slid my shoulder straps down my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my rack, revealing my black bra. Without unclasping it, I pulled my bra up, exposing my naked tits. Neither of us spoke for at least a minute as I sat there like a complete slut with both my bush and my tits out on display. He just continued jacking off as he gawked at – and drooled over – my essentially naked body.

Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of his seat and – using the cover of darkness – stood up, turned towards me and began spurting his thick, white cum onto my black cocktail dress, my naked tits and my bare legs. Because it was so dark, I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could feel big globs of his cock juice splattering against the thin fabric of my cocktail dress as well as my skin. 

I didn't say anything, nor made any effort to move out of the way; I just sat there, looking at the stage, passed him, as he emptied his balls on me. When he was done, he sat back down and seemed to be catching his breath for a minute or two. I took my cell phone out of my purse and used the light from its large display to illuminate sections of my body, and my clothes. It was incredible, no matter where l pointed my phone, there were ropes and beads of cum everywhere! 

"I can't go home like this," I whispered, staring down at myself. We both knew what I was going to do, so there was no point in dragging it out. Guided by the light of my phone in my right hand, I used my left index finger to scoop Richard's cum off my dress, bra, tits, legs, thighs and arms, bringing each serving of spunk to my mouth and swallowing it. It took several minutes of gobbling up his cum to make myself look presentable again. 

Well, except for the fact that I was still sitting like a cheap slut, off course, with my tits and bush out in the open. And they remained that way for the next thirty minutes, while Richard and I enjoyed the rest of the play. Only in the final seconds of the third act, did I rearrange my bra and dress; just in time, so I could join the rest of the audience in applauding. As the clapping died down and the lights came on again, I picked up my panties and stuffed them in my purse. Luckily, my cocktail dress was no worse for wear – whatever cum I hadn't consumed, 

apparently hadn't left any stains – so I was able to walk out of the opera house without causing a scene. We discussed the play in great detail during our walk back to the car and our drive home. 

After walking me to my front door, Richard gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting," I whispered as I watched him walk back to his car and drive off.



Tradition and Triumph



If I went by accepted popular belief, she was impossible to conquer. She was a South Indian Brahmin. Unsurprisingly she was conservative but she was also intelligent, proud, sharp witted and very beautiful.

Srila was attractive in a very Indian way, I guess. She was small at five and a half feet but had magnificent boobs and wide, curvy hips with a lovely unblemished complexion. Her pretty face, jet black hair and glorious smile could summon a second look. She did not look like in the late thirties that I thought her to be. Even though she had kids in her teens she looked more like she was around 28. To those men who interacted with her a little more she could unwittingly kindle fires of desire. I was no exception.

Knowing her as a family friend in the small town of Ankara near Fairbrook in Pennsylvania I had ample opportunity to admire her and secretly lust for her even when her hubby was around. With these adulterous thoughts I remember even masturbating a few times imagining her nude body. It was, of course in the realms of my dream world. She was happily married and the thick insulating social veil that she wore precluded any proximity that could even remotely provide for clandestine intimacy.

Now she was single and I somehow gained access to her inner circle of friends. That wasn't hard in a small town but she was the difficult kind to get close to. I knew Indian women can be cold but this one was well below freezing point! Any hint of what she thought was a 'hit' received a prompt rebuttal often with a harsh word. But knowing her better and with many occasions to be with her over a period of time I submerged that deterrent in a sea of desire that was damning up inside me.

I read so much about Indian women to take a look into their thoughts. Fascinating writings on how the social practices had pushed their sexuality into the background educated me to be watchful. The novels and short stories by the famous Indian author, Kushwant Singh, however narrated a different tale. His women were always looking for sex! Having till recently a now estranged wife who was similar in her priorities in a relationship to those of Singh's sluts I found myself in unfamiliar territory.

The more I read and the more I interacted with my Indian friends the more I realized that Srila needed a big reason to be intimate; a reason such as love. 

And love was furthest in my mind. 

I was starved of good sex and love had made me quite cynical with my recent experiences. Srila was on the other hand, I argued was not looking for it either. She was hurt by her single status and was gathering the pieces to move on.

This was lust and I was not fooling myself. 

Srila was extremely beautiful to look at. She had classic oriental features. I loved her smooth neck and small hands. Unknown to her I ogled her fine breasts. To date I think they are the best in shape and size. I had a glimpse or two at her awesome cleavage when she bent over. That was a rare occurrence since she dressed so modestly. My eyes feasted on her butt when she walked ahead. She had a shapely behind and I dreamt of passing my fingers in that heavenly cleft and beyond.

Only, those dreams seemed so remote unless I did something quick. I reasoned to myself. I had to seduce her!

So my next step was to learn seduction. Getting an Indian woman into bed was something else but I was going to try like hell because the prize was priceless. The woman's natural remoteness made the challenge even more interesting and the victory even sweeter.

Now my energy spent gobbling her up visually had to be put to good use making a plan. After reading quite extensively I started.

First, I started by complimenting her not only on her good looks but also her intelligence, knowledge and character. An Indian women needs all of that! I saw her warming up and patted myself on my back for an excellent start.

The second stage was to pay her more attention than was necessary and tread carefully into the stage of romance. When on this day I complimented her on a lovely bright yellow top and told her how much I had started liking her in recent days, I saw her face flush with warmth with an almost embarrassed smile as she looked deep into my eyes as she whispered a husky 'Thank you, Chuck'.

I was winning.

That night in my bedroom I took off all my clothes and imagined Srila with me as she slowly peeled off her yellow top. My raging hard on had to be stroked as I closed my eyes, lay on my bed and let my thoughts flow. Her perfect breasts, her belly, thighs, butt and cunt, all imagined in some detail came flowing into my head as I shot my load like I never did. I soiled my sheets big time.

I crashed down back to earth after I milked my member to the last sticky drop . Yes, I was only day dreaming but this was a good one. This was as close to reality as I could get. Or was it?

I didn't even give myself time to fantasize the details of her awesome body. I had never seen an Indian woman and I didn't know what to expect.

I wanted to see and explore and enjoy and conquer!

I had to make that happen if I wanted it and that depended on how badly I needed to take her to bed. I had made an excellent start and now had to go on and keep to my plan. Be patient, positive and focused, I told myself.

The stage of romance was slow and sensitive but I was up to it.

We would go on those long drives into nowhere and after several false starts and unwanted interruptions I poured out the important words as I pulled over to drop her at home one night. I told her that she was an incredible woman; intelligent, smart and beautiful and that I had fallen head over heels for her. Then I waited with bated breath!

She took a long while looking at me as if she was searching for something deep in my soul. Then she looked down at her hands as I noticed those lovely boobs move gently up and down with each breath.

Then she patted my cheek and said: "I'll go now. We'll talk later"

"Can I kiss you?" I was desperate.

She turned and held out her cheek.

"I want to kiss you on your lips" I begged,

"No, no" she protested, "Not here"

I pecked her on her smooth cheek and let her go.

I smelt victory.

The next day I had an email from her with a million questions. Was I sincere? Did I know where this could lead? Did I know her culture and its implications? Did I just want sex? Blah! Blah! Blah!

Well the short answer to the last question would have been a resounding 'yes'! But that would have spelt disaster for our relationship. With an Indian woman I had to actually say 'no' to an exclusively physical affair. I had coached myself and I was sure that that was the way to go.

So on our first date I put my arms around her waist as we roamed the sidewalks of Ankara deliberately done late one summer night as Srila was terrified of being seen by her Indian friends. I enjoyed the soft smoothness of her skin under her bright blue cotton T shirt. As a reminder she expertly grabbed my hand and took it away from her waist as my fingers just hinted at going under.

She was difficult.

I kept to my plan and put patience on top of the list. Over the summer months we went out a lot and though she allowed no sexual touching we had graduated to tight hugs until on that very special night when something happened! 

I went to meet her at her place as usual in the soft dim lights of her living room as she opened the door she looked so smashingly beautiful that I grabbed her and went for her lips. It was a first and the shadows enhanced the thrill. We had to turn out the lights as her teenage son was sleeping inside. It is the sweetest kiss that I have experienced. For the first time she responded! And how! Her exploring tongue darted in and out and touched every inch of my lips and mouth. She crushed her body against mine sending shivers across my body as my hardness drilled her. Her arms went round my neck and snaked down my shoulders gently letting her charged fingertips send a million volts on my skin. Was I in heaven! I was about to explode when we separated.

She must have seen the desire in my eyes even though it was dark and perhaps felt my manhood on her soft stomach. She led me by the hand and gestured towards the sofa. She wanted me to cool down and we went no further. 

Damn!

After that each time I met her I kept admiring those lovely lips and the passion that they had potential for. How did she keep those emotions buried? Or did she just conceal them? These Indian women!

My close buddy Brad had a way with women. Over a couple of beers, a few days later we shared our experiences as we always did.

Brad had no doubts that I was winning.

"Chuck, you lucky prick, you've got her big time, man. She is asking for a fuck"

"You won't imagine", I explained. "She is not like that at all. It took all of summer to get her to smooch."

"But now you're there. She wants it. I can see it. I have been with Indian women before. Once you cross that critical barrier you're through. You can screw them good and believe me they are fabulous in bed!" 

I made a mental note of Brad's observations. But I had no illusions that I had to wear my veil of love to conceal my carnal desires. Srila would have just dropped me like a red hot brick (or prick!) if I had started behaving otherwise.

As the awesome colours of fall blazed in the neighborhood, I made some remarkable progress.

We were in my car at night and before I dropped her off I kissed her long and hard. She was wearing a kind of a loose top and I couldn't resist pulling her neck line onto one side to see her silky shoulders. She moaned as I touched her there. I kissed her bare skin and she loved it. I touched her neck and her ear lobules. I tasted her. Lessons had been learnt in the art of seduction! Her response was a mixture of gasps and sighs which were deep and husky. Very sexual indeed! I had graduated from the days of 'no touch'!

Those magnificent breasts stood proudly below untouched. This was too tempting but there was also the fear of rejection. She was after all the cold, straight-talking tough woman that she was! Still embracing and eying the sexy curves outlined under the thin fabric I inched my fingers down. First I negotiated the swell of the top of her breasts over her clothes feeling the incredible softness while I kissed her deep and hard. I dwelt there for a few seconds and receiving no refusal from her I moved down to cup her right orb with my palm feeling her nipple stiffen underneath. She moaned loud and long with pleasure! I absorbed the softness that was her moving my palm expertly to arouse her. Her bra was an unwelcome barrier. Was this the woman whom I knew? The lady so aloof, correct and conventional? Did I really make her into this quivering, excited creature apparently asking for more?

I pulled away. We were, after all in a parking lot!

Back at home I imagined that moment; that golden second when I shattered her defenses and felt her breasts long and easy. It felt good! I masturbated that night in a hearty release of pent up passion imagining more of her. Once again her naked breasts, her thighs, her stomach, her buttocks and her pussy floated over my face! How would her Indian cunt be? Very hairy or sparsely furred? Protuberant? Hypertrophied inner lips or virgin like and hidden? Dark or natural? The images were whirling in my brain in a dizzy mix!

There was another obstacle. During our romance and togetherness she made me promise that I wouldn't do anything to her that she didn't want.

In my chivalry I agreed. Then making pretence of being in pure love I declared:

"You know what Srila, darling, I won't make love to you until both of us are ready, OK. Never before that and never, never if you don't want it"

I had this earlier promise nagging me for some time later.

Each of my subsequent meetings with her, of which I had many because we were madly in love, was filled with me staring at her body. I loved the shape of her proud breasts more and more, I imagined that her butt was bigger than it actually was and dwelt covertly on her crotch admiring the tantalizing curve down and backwards and wondered for the millionth time when I will conquer her completely.

I was so in awe of her sexy body that I once was shameful enough to ask her to kill my curiosity. It was my place one afternoon. We had our usual embraces and kisses. And I was lying on her as she liked to feel my 'delicious weight' on her. I started kissing her neck and her upper back and moved slowly down across her top to her waist. She had an unbelievably smooth skin and she was just simply fabulous to kiss and taste. I lifted her top more and more and pulled her waistline lower. Then I launched the question. I said something like "I haven't seen you fully" to which she gave me a quizzical look. I told her to let me pull her pants down. Burying her heads in the pillow she mumbled in the affirmative. I tugged at her waist band as she undid the hook in front and helped by lifting her hips. I rolled down her pants and then her panties and held my breath! Her buttocks took my head in a spin. It was looking larger than I thought for sure. Well rounded and smooth with evenly pigmented with the inevitable darker portion closer to the crevice below that is typically Indian, I thought. The folds below at the junction of the thighs were pronounced and a few irresistible tendrils of bush peeked out between. The tops of her thighs promised an incredibly sexy contour. Another South Asian trait, I thought. I always loved a good ass and a healthy bush. The throbbing erection I was having had become almost painful.

"Can you turn over" I almost begged.

"No no!!" she protested and started pulling her pants up.

I longed to see her pussy!

Then there was the day of Diwali, the Indian festival of lamps. Late that night I had got myself away from a party just to be with her. We were in a deep soul kiss and when lying on her couch I rolled over onto her delicate frame. Fearing that I might hurt her I gently lowered myself onto her. I found that rhythmic pelvic movements came to me so naturally that I found my hard manhood rubbing her in the crotch area. 

"Let's pretend to make love" I croaked almost superfluously. She slowly nodded as she shut her beautiful eyes.

My movements sent her into an incredible wave of passion and desire. 

"I want you inside me" she beckoned urgently.

"Are you wet?" I asked the most intimate question.

She nodded. There wasn't even an iota of shyness now!

This was also the first day I saw her boobs. I lifted her top and almost on cue she undid her bra and I gleefully slipped it away from her magnificent breasts. She had a bit of sag but the volume and shape were irresistible. Her nipples were light brown and ideally shaped to take my lips. I didn't wait any longer to taste them one by one. She loved that the best of my lovemaking.

I wasn't going to enter her yet. I knew she wasn't ready and this was not the place or time. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I loosened her jeans and brought it down while she helped raising her hips. Though there was a strong push to pull her panties own and get my rock hard penis into her warm and wet vagina, I resisted it. I had promised her. And I needed all my moral energy to break that!

But when we were only separated by the thinnest of materials of our underwear the feeling was heavenly. This was classic outercourse!

She responded matching my moans and groans with her sweet feminine sounds of enjoyment to our new found rhythm. Our bodies united in the middle by a thousand volts generated carnal heat and pagan pleasure. I could imagine with some concentration my shaft sliding in her heavenly crevice and I very nearly exploded.

But I kept my word. It took a Herculean effort to pull away. And she felt the strain of separation as well.

I must have her soon! She wanted it as well. The supposedly cold and aloof woman who most thought was even a snob was mine! How different she is when excited close to climax.

A few days later one afternoon she was at my place again and I suddenly had this desire to see her naked body. I had dreamt and dreamt and dreamt again of her nudity. I almost felt I had the details of her curves and crevices even without seeing them. I don't know what happened but it was a boyish kind of longing.

I asked her.

She smiled and for a moment I thought she was even mocking my blatant vulgarity.

Then she said almost unexpectedly: "OK. But we leave soon after that, OK?"

She seemed to want to ensure that one thing didn't lead to another.

I nodded feeling sheepish and odd.

I remember what she wore that day. A pink round necked T-shirt and a pair of faded Denims. Her cheeks were flushed and matched well with her top. Still smiling she stood up in front of me. My poor heart was galloping. I was going to have a direct view inches away from my face!

Time stopped as she unhooked the front of her jeans. The zip flew down expertly in a flash and while panties with little flowers showed up in the 'V'. Then in a magic moment as my whole body shivered and my spine chilled, she hooked her thumbs into the waist bands of both garments and pulled them down to mid thigh.

I stared at the most beautiful sight in nature. She was perfect. The mound of Venus was just right with the right amount of flesh. Her colour was natural without that dark pigmentation that is common among darker women. The bush was a delicious jet black inverted triangle. It was thick without obscuring. The midline accentuation was there lining her heavenly slit. The crack was virginal. The inner lips hardly showed. The clit was hidden.

Almost in a trance like state I grabbed her buttocks and drew her to me for a gentle kiss among the sexy tendrils. She gently backed away as she pulled on her clothes.

I looked up. She still smiled like she was entertaining a two-year old with a new toy.

"Let's go!" It was almost an order.

I quietly stood up and followed her. It was such a thrilling experience that I don't even remember if I had an erection!

A golden opportunity presented itself soon. It was my manipulation of circumstances as well. I faked ill health and took a day off from work. This was good as she had pretty little to do during the day and I picked her up and brought her home.

Soon we were in each other's arms and kissing and hugging passionately. Our bodies clinging and our fingers exploring our necks and backs, our breathing got heavier in a mood of unabashed desire.

"Let's go inside" I whispered.

"Where?" she queried.

"The bedroom" I urged

She nodded and my heart skipped a couple of beats. Was this the day and moment?

I walked her with my arms round her waist. I looked at her pretty face that was flushed with excitement and I could read a message in her jet black eyes. It felt like she was saying I am letting myself go because I love you and I don't want to be hurt ever!

We stood at the foot of the bed and then planting my lips on hers again I gently guided her onto the softness of my king sized bed.

We rolled around kissing and hugging and letting our fingers explore each other. My hands and fingers wore new and hitherto unknown sensors that felt a hundred times more acutely. I enjoyed her neck and her shoulders. Her sides were smooth as she arched her back to thrust herself onto me. I was quick to expose her torso and free her breasts again from the confines of her bra. I admired those inviting chocolate coloured nipples. My lips covered them as I sucked like a baby. She gasped.

She slipped her fingers between the buttons of my shirt and expertly undid them. I slipped myself free of my top garment and pressed myself against her soft twin orbs feeling their fluid consistency for the first time.




Tradition and Triumph Again



The path was long and tortuous but the victory was sweet and the prize priceless. That moment of intimacy a few days earlier on her sofa was simply the magical ecstasy that men look to get from a woman of incredible beauty. The process of reaching there was challenging but enjoyable as she was extremely hard to get. (This is described in 'Tradition and Triumph') She was orthodox, shy and of very strong character all rolled into one. 

So, now that the initial barriers were broken I was going to enjoy this women to the fullest as much as I could. I planned for many romantic getaways to spend time with her, soak in her Indian beauty and squeeze out every drop of passion in me to drown us in bliss.

Or so I thought.

The day after that night I called around noon and asked to meet again when she replied that something had come up suddenly and that she had to be busy at work for a couple of days. So I let her be for the weekend and called her again early the next week.

The fact that she hadn't called might have been a red flag but I guess I was still drunk with her performance that night that it didn't just click.

When she picked up the phone after about four rings her voice sounded distant but I let that go as well. It was when we were well into our conversation after the usual pleasantries that she opened up.

She was unhappy with herself that she let us make love. She did not think that it was the correct thing to do. There were so many doubts about our future and where we were going and in that uncertain scenario we shouldn't have gotten into intimacy. Somebody or both of us is going to get hurt in this. She then went quiet and I spoke.

"Did you not enjoy it, Srila? Do you think I was taking advantage of you?"

"Oh no, no, no. Absolutely not," she retorted. "It's just that we aren't sure, are we?"

"How can anyone be sure of anything? We are in love and isn't that enough? Now be a good girl and let's meet up for some coffee at Starbucks."

She was reluctant but she agreed to meet in the evening.

She came dressed in her pink T shirt and jeans, the very thing she wore when I asked her if I could see her nude one afternoon a century ago. She had peeled off those jeans to reveal her womanhood for the first time and also with a degree of freedom that was an antithesis of her shyness.

We hugged and I went for her lips but she turned her face expertly while pulling away with a hint of a smile. 

Privately I rebuilt her inner secret contours in my mind as I pretended to think as we seated ourselves.

We said nothing for a while then she broke the silence.

"Want a coffee?"

"Yeah sure. I'll get it. What do you want?"

"The usual but make it a small. Thanks."

I went to the counter and stood in line but had an eye on her to see if I could read her body language. She just sat with her chin in her hand with elbow on table and stared out the window. Her eyes or head were not moving with the bustle of activity outside. She was deep in thought and reflection and that was not good news at all. She was quite a cerebral woman and could intellectualize and analyze anything to shreds. She had regrets of what happened. At least that's what I saw in her.

When I went back with the coffee I decided to open up.

"Tell me, honey, did you not enjoy it that day? Why the big fuss?"

"Oh that's all, is it? A big fuss! A woman does not want to be in a situation like that, where she is... where she is unsure of what might happen to her. You are still married and who am I to be with you?

"Listen, listen," I interrupted. "We love each other and we made love. I did not force it and you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Enjoying it doesn't mean that it's right."

"So you did enjoy it and if that's the case it must be right." I was firm in my tone and looked her right in the eye.

"Chuck, you don't understand me, or an Indian woman. We don't turn on passion when the situation demands. It is much more involved and commitment based. Please understand." She went on and on about what a relationship is and where intimacy should begin and what ingredients must be there always for the relationship to mature and how much she respected and loved me and that we should look into the foreseeable future with some common understanding. 

It was then that it dawned on me that I had not won this fabulous woman completely. She was still in conservative mode or had somehow slipped back after that wonderful night of sex even if I forgot the little preliminaries we had earlier leading up. 

I reached out and held her elbow. "Please Srila, take a moment to comprehend what you are upset about. Yes, I am married but I am separated and we are looking at divorce pretty soon. As I said, the lawyer sees no hurdles. So legally I am tied up but emotionally I am not."

"I feel really bad" She sipped her coffee and held her cup up as tears welled.

"Oh, please" I held her arm again.

"I know some men would think me cheap; not you, I know. I can't get into intimacy and then go into a state of limbo not knowing what's going to happen. A woman's mind works differently. At least an Indian woman's. It's different when we get intimate and then we are not committed"

"Come on, Srila," I protested, "what does committed mean? Ten years, fifty years or fifty days? I don't know what goes on in your mind. I admit I am lost here."

She twirled her straw in her coffee and stared intently at the creamy froth at the top before she responded.

"I guess you are right. You wouldn't know how a woman's mind works and I shouldn't react to how a man acts based on his inherent tendencies. I know you genuinely wanted to make love to me and you did. I was attracted to you and wanted it too and I responded positively. Now I am thinking back to realize that this is a short term association and I am upset."

"Why is it short term? What is short term? Two hours, two weeks or two years?"

"It is not a matter of defined time. It is a perception of something conceivably permanent."

"Oh God" I whined. I looked at her beautiful face as she kept her eyes on her coffee. Her eyelashes so regular and symmetrical, her lovely little nose and her cherry lips sucking on her straw. Below, not for the first time I ogled those magnificently well shaped boobs just above table level. I strained my eyes to even imagine her nipples pushing her pink T shirt.

For a moment my mind went back to those lovely orbs of hers with the light chocolate tips. Yes, she had a bit of a sag but she had a cute pear shape and ample volume to make them look sexy. 

As she looked up I took my eyes away quickly. I looked her in the eyes as I almost whispered: "Let's go back home and make up!"

"No!" she was firm as she looked annoyed. "I don't want to say this but is sex all you think of?"

"Gosh! Does going home mean sex?"

We sat there in silence. She looking down at the table and perhaps wondering how she got changed from a faithfully traditional Indian woman to this object of carnal desire for this horny caucasian man. 

She took her time finishing her coffee. We hardly spoke anything but the most mundane. It was regular small talk that casual acquaintances would indulge in. It was so unlike two people who had recently had sex. I had to bring that mood back.

"Let's take a walk. It's beautiful outside." Another few minutes of silence.

Then she looked up right into my eyes. I was thinking this was going to be a refusal as she dreaded being seen with me by her Indian friends. That was her in the past but she had a refreshing change.

Without saying a word she picked up her handbag and walked out with me. It seemed very natural to hold her hand and her fingers responded. The soft breeze greeted our faces and we walked a few yards into the small park, shoulders brushing and her tender fingertip gliding softly at the back of my thumb.

"I know it's tough for you," I began, "you've had to adjust to being alone and given your background had a difficult call to make."

"It wasn't difficult. That's the issue" We stopped by a little goldfish pond where a central fountain gushed water along a mini rocky cliff. The soothing crackle of running water and the cheerfully orange fish darting about under the rippling surface was calming. "It's so simple for you, men," she continued. "You feel the urge when you are with a woman and then you find a place to make love and then forget it for a while before you want to do it again. Simple!"

"Darling, in a way it is simple that men want to make love when they are with beautiful women. Sometimes it can be little more complex than that. I do have a conscience, you know. There is anxiety that the type of women that you have with you may not be a correct fit and there is a chance of someone getting hurt."

"That works for us, women too," she responded quickly. "And what exactly attracted you to me? Where did I fit your description?" she had a faint smile.

"You, my dear are my ideal!"

"Rubbish!" she frowned. She gestured towards a park bench: "Let's sit."

"You want to hear what's good in you?" She brought her finger to my lips to stop but I carried on after checking that no one is within hearing distance. "Your heavenly face, especially your lips. The fullness and the colour which gives it life. You have a smooth complexion, which many have told you about without any professional care or even cosmetic help. All over." I whispered now. "Your shoulders, legs and thighs too. There's silky soft smoothness all over.

"I love those breasts." I looked at them and she blushed. "They are so wonderfully proportionate and have those very sexy areolar and nipples which I love to taste. Do you like it when I do that?"

She looked into my eyes and ever so gently, almost imperceptibly, nodded. Was I winning her back? Then she said: "Say something that's not physical."

"Yes of course. You are such good company and very well read and intelligent and you hold a conversation very well; whether it be politics or science, philosophy or sports."

I felt a bit awkward that I was telling her all this and even discussing this topic. Suddenly it felt like I was back to square one and that I had to win this woman again. To go through all those painfully slow seduction steps looked like an exercise in tedium. For the first time in my association with Srila I was wondering if it was all worth it.

"I am a little ignorant of how these things are for men. I guess I am still learning and my experience is limited too." She was introspective.

"You have not been with another man other than Ashok?" That was her ex-husband.

"I told you. No!" 

"Goodness, you Indians are so good. No romantic interludes even; no provocative situations? Nothing forced on you?"

"Well, depends on what you mean, really. You get forced into a lot of stuff if you are a woman. But consensual, no" She searched her mind. "Maybe one guy."

My ears perked up. "Ah, tell me. What was that? All the way?"

"Oh no. It was not even close." She glanced up to me as if resigning herself to a cozier zone of conversation. "It was a childhood friend and suddenly we were adolescents. We were together with other friends for a whole day on a family picnic and then at dusk, we found ourselves in a greenhouse and he held my arm, pulled me into a small dark room on the side, and kissed me. I had this weird feeling being a girl of about nineteen. I had good thoughts about this boy and he was paying some attention to me. That was good but I was scared my parents would be looking for me. I panicked.

"I wanted to go back and I said so. He kept muttering things in my ear as he kissed me all over my face and his hands started wondering." She produces one of her trademark giggles. "He palmed my butt and then he moved to my boobs. I had to pull away as I was getting carried away.

"Will you think less of me if I said it felt good?"

"No, not at all. Perfectly normal." I was hoarse with reflected excitement. "Go on."

"That was it. I walked out and though both of us were sheepish for a few days it was back to normal thereafter."

"Wow! Interesting. Girls as good looking as you are would have had sex several times at that age here."

"I know." She looked down again. "I don't want to say it's bad. Their lives and their worlds are different."

"Let's go back. Let's walk along the river bank" My thoughts went back to getting her into a romantic mood again. I was happy she agreed. 

We walked hands locked and swinging and I had to plan the evening if I was to get her panties off. I wanted her badly. The first time was good but I wanted to improve on that. I was glad that I was talking to her and she was with me but I was not getting any further. I must not let go now.

The park was relatively quiet. I could not help notice the male roving eyes that glanced in our direction and dwelt on her pretty face, scanned the wonder of her breasts and even the smooth contours of her behind. That must be thinking 'what a lucky guy!' 

If they only knew...

"I want to glance a bit into your past."

"Ahah?" she cooed.

"Teach me some Tamil. Some words that boys would've said to you."

"Like what? I can't teach you any romantic Tamil during a walk, can I?" She smiled as she nudged my arm with her shoulder.

"Oh you mean we need to get cozier."

"No! That's not what I meant."

"OK. I always wanted to ask. So what is that called in your language?" I asked when there was a short silence.

She looked up and innocently asked: "What?"

"To fuck."

"Yuck!" She shut her ears. "I don't want to hear that crude word."

"OK I am sorry. But what's it called?"

"I don't know."

"You are lying."

"I can't say it. It's not what I ever used and just heard it randomly."

"Say it."

"No!"

"OK, then tell me the word in Tamil for the privates; male or female."

"What kind of perverted conversation is this?"

I gave up. That encounter ended without further excitement and we went our ways home.

I thought I'll take her for a romantic dinner and then things might start heating up. Especially since it was mid-week we mightn't have the usual crowds.

I suggested over a call and after the inevitable hesitation she agreed but wanted to get back early, the next day being a working day. I had to as well and I said so.

I drove her to Timothy's Grill which was not much of a place but had a nice soft atmosphere and great smooth jazz in the background. 

We seated ourselves close to the window and enjoyed the ambiance. I looked across the table in the dim lights to notice what she was wearing which I had missed when I picked her up. She was in crimson pantaloons and an equally loose white top which hugged her waist. 

I looked into her wonderful eyes for the millionth time and produced a seductive smile before I said: "You look wonderful."

"Oh, you always say that," she almost sounded bored.

"No I haven't seen you in this before. Is it new?"

"No. My cousin got it from Malaysia." She looked down at herself. "My girlfriend thinks I look bigger in this."

"You mean your boobs look bigger?"

"Yeah, I think that's what she meant."

"I agree with her," I said and kept looked at the twin bulges with longing.

"Enough! Let's order," She had that awkward smile.

The waitress came and we ordered. She her mushroom dish, salad and noodles and I my lobster and pasta. 

We had a relatively quiet dinner as I planned my approach. I was longing to screw her and she was perhaps unaware but carefully tried to avoid sensual topics like the one we had going earlier.

After practicing my lines carefully I suggested that we stop over at my place for dessert. She somehow thought she had to agree to be courteous. So we were on our way.

Fantasies were swimming in my head on the drive that I hardly heard her conversation. She touched on various things which were just so uninteresting for me at this point as I planned my strategy. I think I had it all worked out. 

We walked into my spacious living area and we sat on the couch with her on my left. Yes, the top gently dropped on her boobs and then hugged her waist and he pants were also was rather snug across her hips. She looked gorgeous, which was kind of the regular observation in my state of admiration. 

When I moved a little closer to her she quickly quipped, "Where's the dessert?"

"Oh, I'll get it" I cursed again and went to the fridge to serve two bowls of the caramel and chocolate soufflé that I learnt to make from my mother and we sat silently to enjoy it. My mind was working fast and I even had a slight hardness thinking of making love.

My whole project for the night crashed when she finished the desert and said: "Really delicious. I must learn this one from you. Okay, now please take me at home!"

"Please stay for a while," I almost begged.

She had many reasons to go. Work and lots of other stuff before going to bed and she did not want us to get into 'difficult situations' and blah, blah, blah.

Before she left, at the door I hugged her and that turned into a beautiful kiss and when our tongues met like the good old days I was thrilled to taste her warmth and passion. I let my hand slip down from her waist onto the curves of her butt and even further between her thighs and still kissing I slipped upwards and under her top to bare skin. That's when she intervened! In her classic style she held my wrist pulled away from my lips and smilingly said that she must leave. 

I lost. 

I quietly agreed and that was it for the day. I felt sorry for myself. Lying alone in bed, later and wondering what to do with my erection. I thought of a porn movie and even a massage parlor or a hooker and then decided to relieve myself of my load and keep my level headed planning for another effort.

I convinced myself that this fabulous woman was worth another hundred tries! Like in the days before I screwed her I imagined her next to me in bed and let my mind run as my hand did the job.

I had to have some restraint. Getting myself undervalued by repeated asks is not as bad as she getting distant from me because I pester her too much. So I made plans. They may have been, when I look through the retrospective eyes, a trifle immature. But that was what I was in those years.

I held myself back to inflate my value for two days without calling her. Neither did she! Then my eagerness to see her and be with her gave in. I had to ask myself the question if I was genuinely in love with her! 

No. Never!

I called her on her cell and she answered enthusiastically saying a cheerful "Hi!"

"Hi! I am missing you too much. When can I see you?"

"I am at the library now. Say in about two hours?"

"Sure," and I hung up.

Am I back in the game? She sounded like she always was. Very friendly and warm and apparently wanting to meet me. Just like her again, she didn't make the first move.

I dressed in my denims and a long sleeve sweat at shirt as the weather was a bit wet and windy and I remember that as I had the words Heart Inside written on it across my chest.

When I drove up to her doorstep she was waiting which also was not very common and indicated that she was rather keen to be with me. When she got in we had the customary hug and peck and then we realized we had nowhere to go!

"So, where to then," I asked.

"Hmm... You want to stay right here at my place. No one's in."

"Oh sure that sounds great," I was excited because that was where I had made love to her on that sofa that most beautiful day.

As we stepped into her living area I looked at it and quipped with a wink "I love that sofa," and plonked myself right into.

She giggled and said: "Yeah, that was special." She sat beside me.

"Where is your son?"

"Oh he's spending the day with a friend. He should be back for dinner."

That gave us just about an hour or so. Can I do it? Will she be too tense that her son will be back and refuse again? Is she giving me hint to get on with it? I wasn't sure at all. 




Tradition and Triumph Again



After we had a bit of a small talk the phone rang and she picked it up in the kitchen. I heard her asking a few questions and then hanging up.

"He's not coming back tonight, my son. He's sleeping over."

My heart rejoiced with a skipped beat. Then I realized that she could still be a tough nut to crack. I smiled to myself thinking that she is the first nut that required cracking twice!

"Oh wonderful." I faked genuine innocent glee. "Is he coming back to get his jammies, or something?"

"Oh, no. You know boys. They'll sleep in their undies or will borrow from Brian, his friend."

"Hope Brian doesn't have a sister!" I pointed out.

"No he doesn't." She thought for a while before she said: "How do you think of those situations all the time?" She smiled.

"I am a man, remember? I think and behave like a man. You know that and you have pointed out the difference to me several times in the few months that we have known each other. Right now I am thinking of you as a beautiful woman. I am not shy to admit that I like your body. You are an amazing women to talk to and be with but you are also fabulous to make love to."

I lowered my voice more. "I love your curves. They are gentle and full without being too provocative. You have a narrow waist and lovely hips. Then there's your behind. It looks so much curvier and rounded when your clothes come off. You know so many have a rough skin on their butts with permanent goosebumps. You have none of that and a texture that's consistent all over. You cleft is deep and inviting and when you bend forward on your knees I see the heavenly spot between your legs." Her hand came flying over my lips.

"Enough. I am embarrassed."

I moved her hand away and continued. "I love to play in your armpit and feel the stubble while I absorb the mustiness that is so much woman. You moan when my fingers walk those ticklish creases. I love that abdomen with those ever so slight striae and a gentle bulge of maturity. And then I love to go down."

Her hand came hard and cupped my mouth "Now stop!"

I turned my head away from her and held her wrist away from me as I continued. "This is the best part of you, girl. Your hmmm... what do you call it in your language? Ha!" I tried to recollect her womanhood in greater detail. "The inverted triangle of soft fur with a more luxuriant midline density guarding your entrance is simple and natural. The vertical slit with your little cute inner lips just peeping shyly in the middle of the fleshy outer lips was a thing of exquisite feminine beauty. Ooh! My tongue wants to taste again."

"Oh my God! How do you remember such detail and why does that fascinate you so much? Do all men like that part of the woman? It's so embarrassing," she blushed. 

"I think so. It's the most beautiful part for me for sure."

"It really beats me! I can understand boobs, butt and thighs but there! It's not nice! And there's not much to admire. They're all the same." She giggles.

"You really have to get into a man's brain for that. There's so much individuality. Let me explain. I have done so much of research!"

"OK, tell me," but she looked downwards feeling obviously uneasy.

"Well, first the type and shape of the bush. You have an inverted triangle and others have longish oval to a broad diamond. I hate shaved but some trim to a style like 'landing strip' which is kinda cute."

"Wow! How weird!" It was a very shy smile that she wore. But she looked at me now.

"Then the mound of Venus which is the amount of bulge, the prominence of the inner lips and the length and visibility of the vulvar slit are the unique physical points. Men like them for these attributes though I dare say no one has analyzed it like I have."

"You are funny. There might be something about this in the Kama sutra, you know."

"Could be."

"OK let's change the topic now. I heard your informed discourse!"

"Yeah let's talk about what you like in a man. You never talk about that. I have asked you several times and you just brushed me off."

"I did not. I told you how it is for a woman or an Indian woman. Those physical attributes aren't generic. We love the person and then whatever the person has we start liking."

"I don't get it. If you fall in love with a short man you like all short men?"

"No, no no!. That's the difference. The man is loved with all he has physically. Does not mean I immediately start liking short men. It's the man I love for what he is in totality. I know you don't get it."

I was shaking my head in agreement. "So, good looks is nothing?"

"Good looks is what the man you love has. We find the man and not his body."

"OK I understand," I lied. "And what do you like in me?"

"Oh lots!" She laughed. "Your square jaw, the down turned corner of your mouth and that wavy hair. You have strong shoulders and arms and the little hair on your broad chest is sexy" 

"Thanks. That's very kind of you. How very sexy."

"Don't be sarcastic. I do like your muscular butt. How about that?"

I am getting somewhere I thought. I went back in time and reconstructed the first time I got intimate with her was in a car. My hands slipped down from her neck to her breasts and she did not speak. She just moaned. Yes, it was a confined space that did it. I was always getting her in open spaces where she does not feel the closeness. How stupid of me. I have to get cozy. Now!

I moved closer and put my left arm around her shoulder. She didn't move away and looked into my eyes.

"Do you really?" I was referring to her talking about my nether region. "You never showed it. Oh, maybe when we made love you were clutching me there?"

"Huhuh!" There again was that giggle. She went serious and looked me in the eye and I think I noticed a change in her mood. "I was drawing you to me. That was the most natural thing to do."

I needed no second invitation. I pulled her to me and planted my lips on hers and tasted her for the first time in so many days. It was an initial kiss of love and then when we kissed again I had her soul with mine as I explored her with my tongue and she responded with hers. We were sealed for a good minute as I felt her warm breath on my face and then I became aware of her right breast gentle on my side. 

I needed to touch those and my right hand which was on her cheek went down to her beautiful neck and then onto her naked shoulder under her top. A sharp intake of breath encouraged me. Moving further down, albeit over soft fabric I touched her left boob. It was a complete mirror image of my effort in the car on my maiden seduction but it was no less of a thrill.

Like the last time she moaned as the tips of my fingers found her nipple and as I perceived an erection of that little nubbin, I was suddenly aware of mine.

As we broke away panting she said: "You are so good doing that." A soft smile broke ever so gently on her face and I noticed a flush and glow of excitement.

I kissed her again and I became more passionate with her breasts. I was bordering on roughness and I divided my attention between both and I was now impatient with her clothes.

I was surprised when she acted first as she fingered the zip of my sweatshirt and brought it down.

"Hmmm... Heart inside." She read the print on my shirt. "Let me see." 

Her fingers were magic as she traveled my chest and pinched my nipples one by one and it was my turn to mourn.

"Oh God! Don't stop. Please," I begged. I felt the pressure in my pants and I wanted her to grab me and release me that instant.

She continued to explore my stomach and then darted upwards to my axilla and sent my head in a spin. She had this fabulous way of using her fingertips and exerting the correct amount of pressure.

I was clumsily excited as the waiting had me so lustful. I bunched up a bit of fabric of her top and attempted to bring it up. I kissed her face, planting tens of pecks on her cheeks forehead and neck. Yes her neck was her weak spot. I did what the first episode taught me. I slid the neck of her top away to reveal those wonderful shoulders and brushed my lips on the creamy smoothness. Adding more negative pressure and pressing more I brought my tongue out to taste her first before I stimulated. The tiny flicks back and forth made her writhe. Then I moved millimeter at a time over that wonderful joint of hers and stretching her shirt further I went down to her armpits to take in that great musty odor. It was time for my teeth now. She had her eyes closed in anticipation. When I did she let out a little yelp of that beautiful blend of pain and pleasure. I yanked more at her top.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. I'll take it off for you. "Oh, how I want to love you, my darling."

That was a stunning transformation that always fascinated me about this woman.

A pale coloured bra encased those twin orbs that were shaped in heaven. I first placed my hand on the soft smoothness above the fabric and as I inched down, her arms went upwards. With her hands behind her head and her eyes closed she was in a pose of submission.

I needed to release her and my hands reached behind and in synch she arched her back to allow me to unhook. Somehow, I managed that without a fumble.

I stared at her breasts as they tumbled forth. Her magnificent chocolate tips staring back at me. She leaned forward and whispered: "Why do you wait?"

I did not any longer. The taste that lingered from the last time was just about fading and I wanted a renewal. The one thing that excited her was my lips on her tits or at least she was at her noisiest peak of arousal. I did what I knew. Gently taking one peak between my lips and applying controlled suction I sent my tongue to flick then my teeth to squeeze to the point of delicious pain. Her first moan was soft and long and then she panted and moaned and moaned and panted.

"Oh God!" she gasped. "Where or where did you learn this?" she grasped my head and grabbed my hair as she held me where she wanted me. I drew and buried the sensation of my lips and my tongue deep within me savoring as I usually do a glorious moment.

"Let's go inside." She was speaking in whispers.

"Where?"

"In the bedroom. There's too much light here!"

She grabbed her clothes and held them against her chest in her typical display of modesty. I walked behind her and ogled her shapely butt in her blue pants.

She turned and shut the bedroom door and reached for me again as her clothes fell to the floor and we merged into one in a soulful kiss. Her softness was killing me as much as my hardness was denting her smooth tummy with urgency.

She drew away, pressed downwards on my shoulder gesturing me to sit down and said: "Do you want to see me? I mean down?"

It was a question that knocked me out of all the senses that remained. Here was this ever so shy woman whom I had to coax into every little step of intimacy now offering to show her nudity. I had to beg to see it many months ago in a similar setting but now she is asking to show me!

"Wow!"

She already had her thumbs in her waistband. "I know you told me... you like me... there" she managed to say.

"Of course, darling" my voice was hoarse with excitement. 

She drew the elastic band away and pulled her pants down to her creamy thighs. Her lovely Indian hips were encased in soft pink panties and her sex was just inches away from my face!

She waited and I looked up.

She tilted her head ever so gently in a gesture of querying.

"Hmm...?" A faint embarrassed smile appeared.

"Please..." I was begging.

Her fingers went down her sides again and brought down her panties.

Her beautiful cunt was something I would never get tired of getting excited about. I had seen it a few times and I knew I should be pretty used to how it looked. But no, my heart thumped in my chest again as I took in the details.

As she stood silently letting me look, my hands went to her hips, slipped backwards to grab her soft and smooth buttocks and drew her to my lips.

As her curls tickled my lips and her aroma filled my nostrils, I let my tongue slip down into her salty slit. She jerked in surprise. I went up and down a few times before I pressed deeper to seek her clit. I few flicks and she let off a moan and her back arched with her hand now on my head holding me.

She said: "Let me lie down, darling. I want you to love me in comfort."

I let her move beside me. Almost instinctively her knees bent and folded together. I turned to her and gently parted them and now having a gorgeous view of her inverted triangle of fur and the slit wet with a blend of her wetness and mine, I went down on her again.

This time I went straight for her clit which was actually cutely smaller than average, I thought and licked and played with it until one of her hands went to my head as expected and the other quite to my pleasant surprise went behind her right thigh to pull her apart to give me more access.

A few minutes of my dedicated love making to her pussy had her completely aroused thrashing about side to side and groaning and moaning so loud that I am sure surprised even her.

She gasped, "Oh my god! Oh yes!! And oh, how wonderful, darling. My sweet Chuck! Please don't stop. Oh, oh oh!!"

I stopped only when I realized that I had on all my clothes.

Her sounds stopped but her panting continued as she lay still. Then she looked down between her flexed thighs. I smiled and still kneeling took off my sweatshirt.

"Oh you are fully dressed!" She sat up on the edge of the bed again with those beautiful breasts dangling seductively. "Stand up," she ordered.

I knew she wanted to return the oral favor like she did before. Why should I complain? The excitement was making me dizzy.

I slowly got on my feet and without any delay she went for my belt. She undid that my pants and peeled both that and my underwear down to my ankles.

My erect penis sprang forth and she looked at it for a brief moment, went "Nice," and then grabbed me with those incredibly gentle fingers. She looked me over from side to side with a few cursory strokes and then went into a regular rhythm. Her other hand came up and cupped my bag ever so gently and then she brought up her face closer, opened her mouth and took me in.

I couldn't resist an ecstatic gasp even as the insides of her mouth and her tongue touched and glided over my member. I felt myself getting wonderfully larger and she noticed.

"Hmmm...! You're are getting bigger inside my mouth," she spluttered while withdrawing.

"Yeah! But don't stop!" I begged. "Please!"

She went back and took me. Her genuinely motivated lip strokes and her loving cradling of my balls in her hands got me going higher and higher. The moans of encouragement that escaped my lips and my own hands on her beautiful shoulders drove her on.

I brought all my senses down to my stiff shaft and closing my eyes felt her insides to capture a heavenly moment. As is usual the impending moment of ecstatic explosion threatened suddenly and I withdrew. I wanted so badly to enter her. As I looked at her with her disheveled hair, swollen and moist lips and her creamy flesh now a glowing pink she looked incredibly beautiful, sexy and aroused all blended into one.

Her jet black eyes looked softly and beckoned. Yes, she nodded ever so slightly asking me to take her. I moved slowly kneeling first and then leaning and bringing her down onto the crispy sheets.

Her virginal feel was there to greet me as I slowly slithered past her moist entrance. Her fingers guided me ever so gently and she even had a little gasp of pain as she was quite tight.

"Sorry." I was genuinely apologetic. 

"No. It's OK. You are so big!" That was the first time she said that. "Can you come out, please? I'll lubricate a bit more."

As I slipped out she rolled over to her night stand and brought out a tube of KY jelly and squeezed a copious amount onto her palm.

"Wow!" I was surprised. "Hmmm... What do you need that for?"

"I'll tell you later" she mumbled a bit embarrassed. "Here, let me put some on you."

She reached down and applied a whole lot on my penis and stroking me as well. Then she took what remained on her palm and applied it to herself. It was the first time I saw her touching herself like that. She even sent one and the two fingers in with the KY.

I stored that image in my brain as it was the kind of rare moment that I never associated with this most sex shy woman. She then came back to me and gave me a few passionate caresses before she looked up into my eyes and said most seductively: "Come!"

As I moved towards she spread her thighs to show that heavenly slit and as I descended on her, her hips rolled upwards to receive me. Her helping hand was there again to hold me and gently get me in. I slipped in so easily and both of us sighed in the escalation of our excitement. 

I wasted no time in pounding her and her moans began softly and steadily became loud and rhythmic. She uttered my name and endearing titles before and after and was breathing faster and louder. Then she gestured me to stop with an open palm towards me and said: "You're doing all the work. Let me do also."

"Cowgirl?" I asked.

She nodded with that sweet innocent smile.

I withdrew once again and I lay on my back and she straddled me and again she found her orifice while holding on to my penis and once again guided me expertly into those angles of the vagina that only girls know.

My thoughts of all that disappeared as she started moving. She sat, then came down on my chest and then sat down again with ceaseless strokes of her beautiful hips milking me expertly. She must have done this before. I didn't ask but I filed that bit for later.

She kept moaning and whispering wonderful expressions of ecstasy of which I recall only her saying: "Chuck, how do I keep this beauty in me forever?!"

She was referring to my prick and I have never heard her being that explicit!

Another change. She disengaged herself and moved me beside me on all fours and said: "Take me from behind!"

For a moment I thought she wanted anal and I hesitated as it was not exactly my cup of tea. I tried it once before with my ex-wife and it was too painful for the woman and in spite of all the hype I couldn't see how it would be more thrilling than the real thing.

I moved over to see her wonderful ass sticking out and that beautiful crack with the peeping bush. I could see her butt hole and below her vaginal lips were swollen and she was even slightly open with her inner lips shining with juice.

As incredibly beautiful as this sight was and wanting more of the visual feast, I couldn't keep seeing it for long without violating it and wanted to be a bit rough this time. I grasped her by a hips and entered her without her help this time and thrust myself quick and hard.

The satisfying grunts from her turned to moans, squeals and half screams as she moved her hips in unison with mine. Her loud breathing turned to sharp intakes as she mumbled something unintelligible and then cried: "I am going to come! Oh god, yes!"

A minute later she did tighten up squeezing me and holding her body rigid before she went into a happy series of convulsions and grunts signifying her climax. It was impossible for me to hold on and I followed her and felt her reciprocation with my squirts deep into her. I expanded every moment in my head to prolong the absolute pinnacle of physical enjoyment while the senses in my penis amplified every sensation a million times over.

It was a fabulous session of exquisite lovemaking. Yes, it wasn't just sex. It was a whole lot more when our bodies just melted into one almost with biblical spirituality.

What a woman, I thought. What an Indian goddess of sex!

I rolled over and lay on my back. Srila quickly grabbed bits of clothing and held them against her chest and lower torso. The shyness had returned!




Tradition and Triumph Again



"We just made fabulous love for god's sake. Do you have to cover up so quickly?"

"Yeah! There's no need to see me now" An embarrassed but glowing smile appeared on her apparently contented face. Again this transformation was fascinating and even hilarious.

"Well, there is." I interjected. "We haven't finished yet!"

"What?"

"Nothing" I said and closed my eyes to live the past moments for a few more seconds. 

I heard the rustle of sheets again and I turned to look and saw her neat little bum towards me as she was reaching for something on the nightstand. I figured what it was when I heard the ripping of a few pieces of Kleenex. Her hand traveled under those garments and I saw her wiping her privates of all the expended juices; hers and mine. A few more strokes and she flipped the ball of tissue into the bin.

"Give me some too, please," I asked.

Again she turned away and as she turned back she quipped "Here let me do it".

I wasn't going to stop her and I hadn't a stitch on me anyway.

She took the tissue and started cleaning up the sticky mess between my thighs and on my genitals. 

"Oooh! This is mostly mine, I think," she said half seriously. "But think you came a lot too!"

"Yeah," was my benign response. I felt her hands on my balls and my penis and then my inner thighs. Arousal was slow after the rather long and draining performance a few minutes earlier.

"He looks so innocent and cute," she cooed playing with my flabby piece moving it to left and right. "Not like the fierce tiger he becomes! Just so soft and smooth. I like him like this too! I am going to call him 'Chuckolet'! Yeah, like little Chuck. You like it?"

My response was the slow injection of some turgidity to my 'Chuckolet' which was now being tormented with extreme provocation. I was surprised at the lack tenderness that we men suffer in our penises after ejaculation. This beautiful, Indian women lying by my side had an inherent ability to excite. 

"Do you like it?" I asked, not for the first time.

"I like every inch of you" was her carefully worded answer. She continued running her fingers gently on my prick up and down and then moved down a finger ever so lightly over my sac. Those mysterious muscles contracted sharply.

"Am I big enough? I mean was hubby bigger?"

She shot me a sharp glance before she said: "I don't like comparisons. You know that. And why do you men ever worry with size? It's such a repeatedly flogged question and the answer is always, size doesn't matter!"

"Well, some women do say they like a good size. But my question was only if I was bigger and nothing to do whether it matters in performance on not."

"Well, if you really want to know..." she paused in what I figured was her embarrassment, "We are Indians and we are smaller in build."

That was an oblique message to say I was bigger than hubby.

"But..." she hesitated again and she held her hand against her head as if she had started something she couldn't finish.

"But what?"

"Nothing!"

"No, you wanted to say something and now you've got me wickedly curious."

"Then you have to stay curious," she giggled.

"Please, darling" I had to plead. "Can you not share stuff that makes our connection better?"

"Connection better! My foot it will do any good to that! Anyway Ashok had it... sort of... well..."

"Hmmm?"

"It was kind of bent upwards when big!" she managed to get it out.

"And that was good?"

"I think it did a lot to my G spot in the normal position," she blushed and looked down with her fingers on her brow.

"Oh!"

"That's why I wanted you to come from behind today. I thought because... because you are straighter you might touch me there!" She held her hand up. "I am not saying anything more on this. I am dying!"

"Oh I see." My surprise was both in her candor and also her insight. "So did that work?"

"I said I am not saying anything."

"Well, OK." I guessed by her ecstatic responses she did enjoy it very much. "Why are you neglecting me now?" I was referring to her gentle caresses that had now stopped.

"Oh sorry." She went back to her feather light touches of my manhood covering every bit with tiny circles and then long straight lines. "You guys don't have any knowledge about attraction between the sexes, do you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Women are more intuitive and learn to figure out a lot more than you. They..."

"Of course we understand..." I broke in.

"Hold on, let me finish and then you can have your say. Men have no idea what women like in sex and how foreplay should go. They are grossly unaware of what attributes in a man attracts women. They have no idea of what constitutes beauty in sex and intimacy for women.

"I know you are going to say the same for me. You said I can't understand why men like the female genitals so much when other parts of her body are there which are seen in shape and there to be visually enjoyed even with clothes on. But I understand the man's inherent biological psych to procreate that drives them to seek where they want to go. So the vagina attracts them.

"Is the scent arousing as well?"

"It's heavenly. It's a glorious aroma," I assured her. 

Srila laughed heartily. Looked down and continued doing what she was doing. With our conversation ended she focused more on wiping me but was actually caressing me quite obviously.

"You are getting big," she exclaimed.

Of course I would. Can anybody resist the soft caring hands of a naked women beside you in bed? "It feels so good, darling. So good!" I closed my eyes and let my mind go on a journey. "This is what I want forever. I want this scene in my head to stay."

Her actions turned to expert stroking. In a few seconds I was at my biggest and wanting to enter her again.

She was wonderstruck. "Wow! I so love that transformation. It's the most beautiful thing for me"

"It's almost like you are experiencing this for the first time, Srila," I was almost compelled to say after her repeated and now suspicious projection of her innocence.

"Why, yes. Why do you think otherwise?"

"Well, you were married"

"Oh, that. Hmmm... Ashok was different. He was much focused on the job at hand," she giggled. "He was always ready when we were getting intimate and he went in soon after. But why am I telling you all this?"

"Go ahead. I am enjoying it. Did you not ever touch him? Stroke him?"

She stopped and looked at me. "Not sure we should be sharing notes about everything!" She looked at me with tilted head curiosity. "That's another thing, huh? You guys somehow like to bring in another man into the picture. You seem to like, even crave imagining another man. And you know what? I get that. It's the primitive streak in you to share your partner with your peers to improve the gene pool or some such biological necessity."

"What a lot of garbage!"

"It's not garbage and let me be in command this time too." She slipped out from behind the sheets and straddled me once again and then held me against her sex and slowly stroked her entrance before gently guiding me in. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in that expression of pleasure as I slipped past her furry entrance with some help. She jerked as I reached home and then she rode me!

Her rolling hip movements were so regular, rhythmic and tireless. She groaned with what I thought was pleasure until I saw her face. She wore a hint of a wince.

She stopped and suddenly slipped out and lay by my side. Before I could ask she said: "I am a bit sore"

"Oh sorry"

"No no. It's me. I am small, you know. Anyway I'll do it to you some other way. Come, sit on me and do it between my boobs"

I obeyed silently.

She held her breasts together to give me a grip and I slipped back and forth in her gorgeous valley. She tilted her head acutely towards her torso to view my engorged tip emerging and then disappearing into her cleavage. She seemed like she was enjoying what she saw. 

Then she sort of held me and started stroking me with her hands at the same time and I had to do less and less until she was completely in charge. Her other hand came down to caress my balls and gently hold on while my penis was being milked with love.

"Oh darling! I am going to come. Oh god! Oh dear. Fuck! This is so damn good. How do you think this up? I am coming. I am coming. I am coming big! Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Can I see you?"

"You mean down?" She was already moving herself upwards as I was off her chest.

"I want to see your..."

"I know, I know." She stopped me from completing what I had to say. She slipped upwards and opened her thighs to give me a good view of her womanhood. I looked and saw what I wanted to see. Her beautiful pussy in all its glory. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Enjoy my body. Take me anyway you want, darling. I am yours." She moved her left hand to open her up to show me more. I felt her little fingers were going two strokes to my one. I couldn't hold it a second longer. "I am coming!" I almost yelled and Srila jerked with me as I climaxed for the second time. She took all the cum in her hand and on her chest and was even moaning as if she had an orgasm too. I kept going as long as I could and then spent fully, I slowly settled.

She sighed and then smiled and closed her eyes. I smiled too.

I rolled off her onto my side and thought to myself: Whatever tortuous path I go through to have this woman, it is really worth every drop of sweat and every ounce of effort.

I felt good.

I asked her: "Are all Indian women like this?"

"Like what?"

"Shy, conservative and reluctant to start with and then they morph into these beautiful creatures of passion and extreme sexual energy."

Srila grabbed some tissue, wiped her chest and hands, twirled a sheet around her, grabbed bit of her clothing and ran into the washroom.

She had answered my question with that final act as the reverse transformation had just occurred.

What a glorious Indian woman!



Tradition and Triumph



I pressed myself more onto her and felt my erection get harder against her. Now I wanted her more than ever before. I reached down and undid the top of her trousers. She resisted.

"Please" I pleaded.

She shook her head. Her face was so flushed pink and sexy. I couldn't decide whether it was desire or embarrassment. I had to think it was the former to keep going. 

"Let me make love to you, my darling!" I was mad with excitement and burning with lust.

She just looked and I though her defenses were dropping just then.

I tried again at the pants. And this time she helped me get herself naked.

Naked!

I was drunk with glee and amazement. She was incredibly beautiful as I saw her completely nude. Her skin, shape and sizes were perfect. At least for me she looked like a goddess. She lay with her arms folding shyly across her chest and her thighs crossed to hide her womanhood.

My masculine mediators in my blood tried to rearrange those limbs to let me have a full view. I managed partially. I took in every inch. I dwelt on her breasts and her buttocks. Her back was so inviting. Her stomach was reasonably flat but striae and a slight bulge were inevitable after a couple of babies! Her delicious vagina was inviting. Her thighs and legs were sexy in a healthy athletic sort of way.

I couldn't stop staring at her.

I asked her if I could take off the rest of my clothes. 

"Please" she whispered.

As I hoisted myself on my knees and brought my pants and my underwear down she kept looking at my face carefully avoiding looking downwards. My cock sprang our and my balls hung quite regally I thought. I was proud of myself. 

I longed for her to look at me and touch me and love me more!

She wouldn't!

I couldn't resist her lips and a very, very intimate hug. I slipped my hands down from her awesome bosom down her tummy and down to her furry folds below. She double gasped but didn't resist. I was a panting wreck! I felt her slit and ran my finger over her entrance. There was more than a hint of wetness and she moaned and bit my shoulder in unabashed pleasure. Her excitement drove me a notch higher. Moving up a fraction I felt the nubbin that was her clit. I started a gentle rub; the way I knew it. But she held my arm.

"Hurting?" I apologized.

She nodded ever so lightly so as not to upset me and I stopped.

I explored every single millimeter of her pussy for what seemed like an hour. She was enjoying my attention but she never returned the favour.

Should I ask? Did she feel yucky?

I lowered myself for more intimate contact and my first close view and taste of my beautiful queen. I inched myself to my target.

The musky aroma sent my head in a whirl. How exciting was that! It was such a sexy thing and so indescribable. But a great turn on! I shuddered.

I looked at her cunt and tried to absorb every single micrometer; all that I missed that last time.

Yes, she was beautiful. A very virginal, untouched and pure look she had. Contrary to my earlier belief her inner lips were just peeping out shyly. Her clitoris wasn't seen at all. Her bush was simply glorious. I parted her lips to see inside and saw her cute little bud. There was moistness all around and a great sexy odour. I looked up and saw her covering her face under a folded arm. Shy she was!

Focusing all my senses to the tip of my tongue I touched her mound through those curly shafts as they tickled my lips. I slipped down her crack and sipped from the pink of her womanhood. Could I have asked for more? It was one sensational feeling. The salty taste of her core made me salivate for more. She raised her hips and somehow closed her thighs on me. Was she holding my head or pushing me away?

I asked.

"It just happens. I want to hold you. Oh! I don't know" she fumbled to convince me.

But I had tasted the sweetest of saltiness ever. I emboldened myself for more as I sent my tongue deep into her as I felt the hot walls of her vagina burn me. She cried out loud almost at scream decibels. I kept licking and tasting while my hungry fingers felt her torso and breasts, her buttocks and thighs. I was drunk with the beauty of her body.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Let me love you now. Let me!" she sat up and looked so beautiful naked and aroused to shameless panting.

For the first time she looked down at my erect shaft!

Her hands snaked down my abdomen and flirted at my groin and quickly ran down my thigh. She was an expert! She lay down again.

Then she circled my pubic area for a good two minutes before she held my penis for the first time and I nearly came. I shuddered shivered and convulsed at that supreme feeling of being loved, desired and wanting to please.

Then I smiled.

When she started stroking me expertly, my smile disappeared to be replaced by features of exquisite pleasure. She moved over on her tummy so that she can see what she was doing. She then inspected me from about 6 inches away. It was a moment I remember to the detail. She just showed me that no matter how shy or conventional you are when you are making love you are free and liberated. She held my penis in her right hand as I throbbed and slipped her left under my balls. She gently lifted them as if to weigh them. She looked at the whole of my genitalia as if she was enjoying the exploration. Between strokes she stopped to enjoy a different view, turning and bending me. Drawing my skin away she noticed the developing moistness at the tip. Moving her left index finger she ran down the length of my cock.

"Nice ridges here" she commented almost with scientific curiosity.

I smiled again with extreme pleasure. I simply wanted to fuck her now! But she began her delicious strokes again.

I closed my eyes and drifted into nothingness. Her gentle little fingers moved so expertly that there was only my heart racing my brain into a world of weightlessness and calm. She took me higher and higher as my screaming nerves of secret pleasure were stretched to a tension of loaded passion. Just when I was about to explode she stopped.

Then almost suddenly and without warning she made her mouth into a wonderful 'O' and slipped my swollen prick passed her lips.

"Aaah!" I panted.

I diverted my entire focus on my penis and concentrated on each minute sensation. Yes, I could feel her lips hugging me somewhere beyond my glans while her tongue stroked my foreskin in incredibly glorious licks. Her teeth touched me in a gentle glance above and below and the negative pressure of her calculated sucking capped the entire expert maneuver. My back arched involuntarily as I thrust myself into her further. Taking a cue she started a new rhythm of strokes with her hand at the base of my penis while she mouthed supporting movements at the tip and end.

I looked down and saw her working with confidence and poise. Her head bobbed up and down while her eyes were closed enjoying the thrill of thrilling me.

Now she pulled me out and started her hand job again. Moving into a higher gear she really went for the grand climax.

I showed signs of impending ejaculation again. 

"Cum on my chest" she cooed. "Cum on me!!"

For a thousandth of a second I wondered how she even knew these things.

Then I lost myself in getting myself over her straddling her above her breasts as she went for me again. I looked at her face as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her back hand rhythm. I was close to climax and to accelerate my climb I looked down at her beautiful body. Her breasts jerking with her loving, her cheeks red with desire and exercise, her lips moist, her flat abdomen quivering above her wonderful pussy all wet eaten and ready waiting un-entered and I suspect unfulfilled. Just looking at her womanhood I gushed all in a heavy thrust and with moans from deep within with every further squirt. I looked down as she milked me onto her boobs and stomach with genuine glee and a soft smile of satisfaction.

Wow!

That was something! I collapsed next to her as I stroked her side and her breasts in thankful adulation. My panting was deep and fast. This was possibly my best shoot. I swear!

I knew she was unfinished. I had to ask.

"Can I do something for you?

"No no no!" The shy girl was back again.

"You're sure?" I tried.

"No I'm fine" She sounded dismissive.

"But it isn't fair, baby" I reached for her cunt and separated her vulval lips and tried to masturbate her by rubbing her clit. She held my hand.

"No no" she protested. I sort of enjoyed it with you and I am spent"

I accepted. I had to as she quickly gathered her clothes and ran shyly into the bathroom.

I lay down for a minute or two. I hadn't entered her. I knew it could have been the height of bliss.

But I knew I would get another day!

If I was asked about this woman and her sexuality by another man I would still call her as conservative as ever. In spite of her fantastic talent in techniques of love making she was still enclosed within a tough outer shell.

She would never use four-letter words or talk dirty but she could do things to you with a great degree of passion. Her words of love like "I am wet", "I want you inside me", "You are so alive here with these lovely ridges", "Let me love you too" (wanting to suck my prick) and "Can I help you?" (Offering a hand job) are all very exciting sentences of pure carnal desire that's ironically sophisticated. 

Then there were those special moments when she exposed her nakedness purely to satisfy my unashamed thirst. She allowed herself to send her hand downwards and hold my swollen member over the crotch of my pants when I declared that I was horny during a necking session. She smiled in the satisfaction that she had kindled passion in me. There was no awareness of her exquisite beauty in public but she could tease with a peep of her cleavages when the mood of love grips her. She never felt like flaunting her nudity or her incredibly beautiful body but when excited her defenses dropped and she seemed happy to excite me with her boobs and showed eagerness in allowing me to eat her. She was the type I thought who would have made love without touching me or even having a glance at my prick and I even told her so. She shot back with a typical retort that all women in love make love with their body, heart and soul and nothing is taboo or too bold to try out. I was surprised that she displayed no hint of any distaste for oral sex and devoured me like some starlet in a porn movie. In fact she made me understand something about women. All women despite their outlook or character like to please their men in sex. They just don't hold back. 

Women loved giving head to their men and enjoyed the enjoyment of men when performing a hand job. I think they spend a lot of time developing their sexual techniques through reading and discussion just to be able to perform to the satisfaction of their partners. I think many of us men are lucky. I daresay that the men are possibly less equipped to reciprocate. They go more by instincts and sporadic information and hardly ever seek specific help in lovemaking.

She proved to me to be the ultimate in lovemaking but outwardly she was so shy and conservative. She never openly declared her sexual desires or preferences but when she was in bed she was as ravenous as the most sexually starved teenager that one can imagine. There you are. This is a profile of a traditional South Indian woman. She does wear a veil!

There was always the desire to enter her. Even though significant strides had been made in lovemaking and intimacy, this seemed like a trivial shortcoming. It was a biological desire no doubt. She, meanwhile reiterated that just cuddling up was good enough for her and gave her gratification as much as sex would. I didn't understand that at all.

After all the foreplay over months I thought I was ready to make love to her completely. It was an important decision given my intention to be sure that she was ready more than me and that she was not being forced by emotion.

I tried to get her into conversation about our intimacy. I wanted so much to discuss my desires and hers, if she had any. I described her body to her in all earnest and intimate detail. I told her why I love her skin, her back, her butt, her boobs, her thighs and her vagina. About the latter I had plenty to say! She was incredibly virgin looking and a bit small and looked like a deliciously tight fit for me. I told her. I waxed eloquent about her bush which was surprisingly luxuriant compared to her rather smooth hairless arms and legs. That excited me and was the greatest part of her sexy body. While she blushed a bit when I revealed this she took it as a matter of fact and humbly submitted that everything looked good for me as I was in love!

I always liked a great butt and even if she was not that big in that area, when nude she did look quite curvy. The most tantalizing thing about her ass was the fact that a few of her bush hairs peeped out at the bottom end of her cleft. I simply loved that and I told her. She simply blushed again!

She did however mention that her husband had always said that he liked a big genital bulge. When I asked if he was satisfied with hers she admitted that hers wasn't as big as he wanted it to be. I tried my utmost to make her confess that she wanted the ultimate in human union. I failed. She never for once ever told me that she wanted to have sex. I believed that this was her pride working. She never wanted to confess that she had sexual desires.

To quench my own thirst for titillation I tried obliquely to know if she had anything to say about my penis. Did she like the size? How did I taste? What was she thinking when she gave me a hand job? She was remarkably good in side-stepping the core of the issue. In spite of her words during intimacy like "nice ridges" or "I like it when you come alive in my hand" and the like she was a different person when away from foreplay! She certainly was shy but more than that she did not want to bring down that veil that she always wore to shroud her inner thoughts. 

It was about six months of courtship and the opportunity presented itself. It was not the ideal setting. There was no romantic bed or a crackling fireplace in a distant exotic location. It had to be here and now and when we had the chance it had to be her living room! And her couch had to do!

We started with the preliminaries of hugging kissing and fondling. Though fucking her was on my mind I didn't think that it was on hers. Soon I was lying on top of her and her top was off and so was my shirt. We enjoyed the contact of chests and she enjoyed my weight on her. I ran my fingers over her nakedness and waited for that moment.

I loved kissing her. Her lips tasted so gorgeously good. She would then bite that angle of my mouth calling it her spot. It would hurt deliciously. Feeling her smooth skin was simply heavenly stuff. The creamy softness of her back and the blemish free feel was an instant turn on for me. My core was quick to respond. I had a hard on that was testing the stitches on the front of my jeans. I rubbed myself on her which she always loved. I took a cue from her and fondled those shapely tits. I always loved the yielding texture of her sexy spheres of love.

As we adjusted ourselves in the limited space on her sofa I kissed her on her lips with the kind of passion that made me grind myself into her. She responded with her tongue. I slipped down to her ears, her neck and her shoulders and she purred her approval. Her eyes were closed and she moaned her pleasure in short gasps of hot breath on my cheeks. I moved my lips to her awesome boobs. Her nipples were already hard and erect and I teased them more with my teeth and my tongue and delivered a delicious negative pressure that had her back arching.

The moment had arrived. I slipped my fingers in her waistband and she obliged by pulling her pants down and her panties followed. I wasted no time in getting myself free. My swollen and throbbing penis sprang free and without losing a second she was fondling me. She ran her upturned palm up and down over my shaft and my balls and uttered the words that I can never forget.

"You are beautiful! You are very beautiful!"

I moved myself to adjust to enter her and held my prick and felt for her cunt. It was there all wet and wild and open. I enjoyed the mix of slimy love juice and bush hairs and slipped my finger for one short minute and felt her shove her pelvis upwards. I placed my glans over her slit and her lovely fingers found my member and tugged me inch by inch until I felt her glorious entrance with my tip! Then she rubbed me up and down her crack ever so gently and then another gentle tug to get me in further and further and further. Her vaginal walls yielded magnificently to let me in. I groaned in the ultimate union of man and woman!

The indescribable feeling when penis fully enters a vagina letting pubis touch pubis engulfed me in a rush of blood to my brain. The automatic movement of thrusts came with a frequency that surprised me. I looked at her pretty face full of love and giving. A peculiar enjoyment was there as well as her half open mouth with delicate sounds urged me on.

This must be heaven!

The more I moved in and out the more energy I got and the more my focus on our union. I could feel my shaft's length and breadth millimeter by millimeter. I drilled into her and tried to imagine every matching molecule that was in contact with my flesh. It was the sensation of my life.

But I wanted more.

"Hold me, darling" I begged. "Touch me".

She understood.

Her hand snaked its way down and ever so delicately held my balls and stroked them with silken fingertips. Her left hand pulled me closer to her around the waist. I moved my lips to her breasts again and drank from those gorgeous nipples. My thrusts down below became stronger and stronger.

In one unforgettable minute or two I went higher and higher into nothingness and exploded into her in a string of powerful squirts while my soul first merged with this beautiful woman and then crashed down to earth in a peaceful loss of bearings.

We breathed heavily as we recovered. Our sweat mixing in streams of exhaustion and our love juices blending within her and overflowing, we softly kissed each other our gratitude.

As I lay down and looked back at the time and all the effort. The hours spent wondering and planning and hoping for this moment. All the little nuggets I picked up and how I executed a quite brilliant plan.

I glanced at the beauty beside me who was already trying to get her clothes on in a hurry! What she was and what she had become because I had made her.

Quietly I thanked her mentally. Because even though it was a long haul it was absolutely worth it!



Traditional Values



When I first saw Julie I fell in love with her immediately from across the room. I fell even harder for her when I got the chance to talk to her and we hit it off.

We started dating and things were going great. I figured we were at the point of having sex, but Julie always said no. She insisted that she could not and would not have sex with anyone until her wedding night.

That didn't prevent her from giving me blowjobs, but she refused to even let me touch her below the belt.

I was confused by her actions because it really looked and sounded like she wanted to be with me, but she still refused. She wouldn't even change with me in the room. I figured it was just a product of her strict traditional upbringing so I just went along with things and enjoyed the frequent blowjobs.

After a little over a year I asked her to marry me, but she said that I had to win her father's blessing first.

Even with a strict upbringing I found it odd that I would have to get her father's permission to marry her. I mean it seemed to me like it should be her choice, but I wanted to do it right so I went to meet with her father alone. I must say that I had never been so nervous in my life.

We met at the country club that he was a member at and we talked as we played a round of golf.

"Sir, I really love Julie and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know that tradition says that I get your approval or permission before I ask her to marry me. I'm asking you sir for the honor of marrying your daughter." I said.

"John, I can see in Julie's eyes that she loves you, and I can see in your eyes that you love her. I also know that you have a very good job lined up for after graduation and will be able to provide for her. I would consider it an honor to have my daughter marry you." Robert said.

"Thank you sir." I said.

With his approval I could finally propose to Julie officially and then we could plan the wedding.

Keeping with her family's wishes we lived in separate houses until our wedding night.

Our wedding day was absolutely wonderful, I had never been happier in my life and I could tell that Julie had never been happier either. We went from the wedding to the reception, which was also great, but then it came time for us to leave for our honeymoon.

As I was getting into the car Robert grabbed me, hugged me close, and whispered in my ear.

"You'll need this." Robert said.

He slipped something into my pocket. I was in such a hurry to get out of there and finally make love to my new wife that I didn't even think to look what it was.

We got to the hotel and started undressing, and it was only then that I realized why Julie couldn't have sex with me no matter how much it seemed she had wanted to before we were married.

She was wearing a chastity belt.

"Oh my god. Your family is even stricter than I thought." I said.

"Yes, but now that we're married, I don't have to wear this anymore and I can give myself to you the way that I've longed to since we met." Julie said.

"Uh...how do we take it off?" I asked.

"My father was supposed to give you the key before we left." Julie said.

"He didn't give me anything...wait a minute, where did I put those pants?" I asked.

I reached into the pocket of the pants I had been wearing and pulled out the object that Robert had slipped in when we were leaving.

It was a key. My hands were trembling as I slid the key into the lock. Julie's whole body was trembling as well. I turned the key and the lock opened. We pulled the chastity belt off of her and I was able to look upon my wife's fully naked form for the first time.

"I think I'd better wash up a little bit, that thing isn't exactly perfectly sanitary." Julie said.

I went with her to the bathroom and watched as she showered herself clean.

"What do you think, leave the pubic hair or shave it off?" Julie asked.

"By all means shave it off." I said.

I watched as she delicately shaved off her pubic hair then got out of the shower and toweled herself off.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to lose my virginity." Julie said.

She crawled onto the bed and I climbed over the top of her and I kissed her as I eased into her. We both smiled as we felt her hymen break. It caused her pain, but we had waited so long for that moment that the pain paled in comparison to the sheer pleasure we were feeling.

Later that night as we held each other after making love several times Julie spoke.

"Was I worth waiting for?" Julie asked.

"Honey, you were well worth the wait. I'll have to thank your dad when we get back. Our first time together would have been special anyway, but to have to wait until after we were married like this built the anticipation up so much and it made it that much more special." I said.