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Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 01

By: erosdon



Lavi and Rithika were standing at the bus stop having just walked out of college premises. Both were thickest of friends and shared their innermost secrets with each other. Rithika was talking continuously regarding Vinay, who had been pursuing her since a few months. He was from the adjoining boys' college and had an eye for Rithika, as she was passably good looking. She was around five four in height with fair amount of physique. She wasn't either overweight or was she lissom lass. Her hair was straight one with a fine hairline. Her bust was just about average, but for Vinay, she was a fantasy material for nocturnal shagging. At least it was till he saw Lavi. Since seeing Lavi, his late masturbation fantasy material had changed. It was truly reasonable as Lavi was an exceptional young lady.

Lavi was known among the surrounding twenty colleges for her beauty. Though she was innocently ignorant of the fact, her friends weren't. She had that share of female spite from every one of her female college acquaintances. Boys invariably went for Lavi, only to be thwarted by her utter indifference to them. She didn't do this to hurt them in any way. She wasn't aware that she was very beautiful. She was tall and lissom with wonderful body curves. Her bust was sensuously curvy with 32 C bra size. Her tits were firm and behind the shame of her odhni, they were a picture to behold. Her ass was such a delicate part of her anatomy that they ruined the sleep of many college goers. Her thighs were pillars of female sensuality. Her neck was delicate and her face had the most innocent of features with big, brown eyes and alluring lips.

She had been wooed by many fellows, but she was close with Ravi. He was a bachelor of technology student, while she was still in her twelfth standard. He had been seeing her at the bus stop near her house, since she was in her eleventh standard. He was a very decent kid, with a modest wealthy background. His father was a retail store owner, while his mother was a school teacher. Lavi's father owned a small grocery store, while his wife was an accountant at a hospital. She had inherited beauty from her mother, which a casual onlooker could deduce. Ravi couldn't have been more in hold of the thrall of her beauty. Though he was a shy, diffident fellow, in a rare moment of bravery, he accosted her at her waiting place for the college bus and made acquaintance. There was no hitch in their blooming of friendship, as Lavi herself liked him very much. He was a tall, handsome boy, with good manners. Over months, their friendship had changed into romance and it could be easily said that both the kids were in the happiest of times. In this Smartphone era, they had a good game of courting. But Ravi wanted to enjoy the physical pleasures of their romance. And with Lavi, he was only guaranteed heaven. 

In the present moment of the story, Lavi was very happier for her friend. She had deduced that Vinay wasn't a bad fellow. He was a college dropout with business in automobile spare part shop. Though his father owned the business and he was a very small fish, his appearance was that of a rich kid. He rode a big motorbike and it wasn't hard for him to catch the attention of Rithika. He sometimes wished he had gone for Lavi. But she wasn't for him, he knew the fact. She was a bigger fish.

Rithika stopped her monologue of her romantic life and inquired her friend, 'where's that lover boy of yours, Lavi? He isn't seen these last few days?'

'Ravi told he will come and meet me. I don't know what's keeping him.'

At that moment, Vinay alighted and Rithika bade her goodbye. She was unaware of the lustful glances; her boyfriend was giving her best friend. Though, Lavi was uncomfortable a little, she took it in her stride. After they left, she waited for a few minutes glancing at the street opposite the bus stop. Generally, that's the point of their rendezvous. At the end of the street, he usually arrived on his motorcycle. Lavi needed to keep her affair a secret, as was the norm of the middle class. Her father cared more about family's prestige than his life and wealth. And she didn't want to jeopardize his objectives. Shortly, Vinay arrived at their meeting point and Lavi with all the joy in her heart, strode to her boyfriend.

As she sat on his bike and got off on to the main road, she reminisced what happened a few days back. Ravi had been very demanding regarding some physical involvement from their relationship. He had confessed his love to her few months back and she gladly accepted it. But what she didn't expect that he had been falling deeply into her charm and couldn't keep his hands off her body. It started with small pecks on the cheek to little grabs of her arms and thighs to her legs. In the corner of a shopping mall, he even advanced his chances by making a grab at her boob. Lavi politely declined these advances. She told him it was too early. He was silent for a few weeks, but then his male hormones were a-bubble. Within a few days, he was back to his original intentions of grabbing her body whenever the occasion provided for it. 

Not that, he didn't love her. He loved her more than his life. He was almost lost in his thrall of her. He worshipped on the very ground she walked, but when you have such highly sensual object of beauty before you, it takes almost everything to restrain you. A week back he grabbed her sumptuous buttock to be glared back. She was a little upset with his behaviour. She chided him for his late physical advents. Ravi tried to convince her that everything was good but she made it clear that their relationship should be more mature.

But she felt her behaviour's full brunt after a couple of days, when Ravi started behaving coldly at her rejection. He didn't speak to her for a few days, when she started apologizing for her actions. Ravi wanted to make more of the situation as he avoided her for a few days more, while she literally begged him over the phone to forgive her. He only relented when she said that she would do what he pleased, but he need just be as he was earlier. He agreed and this was the first day they were meeting after the quarrel.

Generally, it was at a friend's place he took her as they talked things over. Lavi said as they rode, 'Mr. Grumpy, so, am I forgiven?' Ravi just harrumphed.

'Please, Ravi, leave our petty quarrels, won't you?' Ravi felt bad at the situation. He was becoming angry on her for nothing. He had become possessive lately, and it was affecting his daily work too. He knew he was in a very dire situation here. But for now, he wanted to utilize his girlfriend's assets in satisfying his lust.

'I am sorry, too, Lavi. I shouldn't have been so stubborn.'

'It's okay, Ravi. Are we going to Jithu's place?'

'Where else?'

It was a room in an apartment that his friend resided. It was actually a 2 bedroom flat. Jithu's father was the owner of the whole apartment, which housed nearly twenty families. His family lived in New Delhi and they left their only son to live here and collect all the rents, they got. Jithu was almost out all the time. He was a medical student and loaned his room to his friends, who made it a haunt to bring their girlfriends over for some happy times.

Ravi, being his closest friend, was always a preferable fellow and Jithu made sure that five to eight daily in the evenings was for his friend's purpose. Though they rarely stayed more than an hour, Ravi made sure that he wasn't bit off the three hour routine. Having walked into the apartment, Ravi started kissing her lady love. 

Lavi felt sorry for her boyfriend. She had been even evasive regarding kisses and felt for the first time, he should be given some allowances. She didn't resist when he went for her lips and even opened her mouth as he diddled his tongue with hers. Both of them were frenzy for each other's touch. Ravi felt in heaven as he felt the supple body of her lover in his arms. He played with her figure as he embraced her tightly and pulled her on the bed.

Lavi also loved the way her body was reacting to her lover's advances. She knew that she wasn't going to give her virginity that was for sure. But she didn't know how far her boyfriend was willing to go. Ravi loved the salivary exchange as he loved the soft tongue of hers. It was like her, very sensual. Her moans were something, which ignited his passion. His innocent girlfriend with her big, brown eyes and with her weak moans was making his organ stiff and he wanted to take this as farther as he could take.

'I love you, Lavi, I love you so much.'

'So do I, my dear babe. Don't fight with me again.'

'Never.'

He kissed her again as he massaged her wonderful boobs, through her clothes.

'Ravi, isn't that a little...nnnnggg, careful there, isn't it a little early?' she moaned as he pinched her nipple through her clothes.

Ravi made a serious face as he said, 'it is not, I want to see your tits.'

She didn't want to repeat their scuffle as he went after the hooks of her kameez and soon removed it while she was clad in her bra and salwar. He gulped looking at the heavy boobs of his girlfriend, encased in her lovely bra. Looking at her delicate features with her wonderful feminine figure, his organ was bursting out of seams.

He didn't want to do all the work and more than that he wanted her to show him that she liked to disrobe for him.

He said, 'remove the bra.' Both of them kissed some more as they were excited with lustful hormones.

'I love you so much, Ravi, but are we doing...'

Ravi gripped her delicate narrow waist with a harsh grip as he threatened her, 'do you want me to rip it off, Lavi?'

Lavi threw her eyes wide open with alarm at her lover's anger. Ravi bit his lip for being angry at this delicate creature. He didn't want to pressure her anymore.

'Alright, I am sorry, babe. If you don't want to do it, I am fine with kisses. I am so very sorry.'

Lavi smiled through her emerging tear as she bit her lower lip in a very sensual manner and hugged him tight kissing thoroughly. She knew him. He always cared for her. It was such a natural phenomenon when youngsters are in love. They tend to get physical. Maybe she is making much out of nothing. She could easily give him the pleasure of her treasures except the cherry popping.

She detached from him and looking straight into his eyes with her heart beating fast in her mouth, she unhooked the bra at the back and slowly removed the shoulder straps while holding her bra cups in her hands.

Ravi was mad with desire. Reflexively his hand went to his denim clad cock and he jacked it gently while she smiled looking at him. She so wanted him so much. He was her man and it was only natural that he looked at her in a sexual way. He had all the rights on her body. He could play with her treasures at any time he chose. With that lustful stare, she plucked her bra from her mountainous treasures, as Ravi got the first look of his lover's precious jugs.

He couldn't have been more ecstatic and lusty than he was ever. Her breasts were the pinnacle of picture of beauty, he ever saw. He knew at that instant that he loved a goddess. She needed to be revered, not loved. She needed to be worshipped. He was just a small creature before her beauty. He took her waist in his hands and drew her for a kiss. Both of them lay down on the bed as Ravi thoroughly smooched her. Her breasts touched his shirt clad chest and through that he felt her smooth cushions of beauty. He got up to remove his shirt and lay beside her, but this time he had a long look at her breasts, which had such a good amount taut heaviness in them. They were so fresh and so pluckable with that youthful bounce. She was moaning as air played on her boobs with his glances piercing her nipples every now and then. Her pussy was responding as she was on the verge of orgasm even without him touching her. She was made to be coupled. She was made for a male. She was made to be the reason of fertility. She was made for the cause of reproduction. She was made to be bred. She was made to incite masculinity. She was made to make men mad.

And Ravi was but just a kid. He couldn't handle the exuberance of this youthful figure. His first touch of his hand on her boob flesh made her moan louder. For Ravi, it was just a feeling of heavenly pleasure. Nothing in his life till now had made him happier than the lady's pose. She was lying on her side with her wide hip and with her narrow waist. But for Lavi, it was hard to explain. She had started orgasming on the very first touch of her boyfriend's hands. Her orgasms were coursing through her like the hot boiling blood of her youth. She couldn't control these fine new feelings her body was having. She never orgasmed earlier and the first time made it very special. She put her arms aside allowing him all the freedom in the world with her body. And Ravi capitalized on that. He loved these soft cushions of flesh. He groped, pressed, mauled and played with them as his wonderful girlfriend made those lusty, musical moans. They were more special to him than her physical attributes, which were already too much to handle. For the nest few minutes, he carried on the assault as Lavi surrendered to his ministrations like an obedient lover.

He pressed his hard on against the side of her body, as she felt that mystical part of his body on her hips. Ravi wanted her to take his cock out and start jacking him off. He wanted to make her blow his penis with those beautiful, sensual lips of hers, but he didn't want to scare her off. She was going to be such a great experience, he understood. It was just the beginning and there's so much ground to cover. He pinched her nipples, as she cried with lusty pain.

'Ravi, honey, please, be gentle.'

He couldn't be gentle looking at those pink nipples against the creamy flesh of her bouncy boobs. He got weird thoughts of fucking her boobs, while she held them for his pleasure. He took her hand and made her feel his cock through his jeans.

'How is it?' he asked her.

'It is hard,' she replied, while biting her lower lip in a sensual manner with her fluttering eyes.

'Do you want to touch it properly?'

'I don't know.' She said while she closed her eyes and lost in the sensations of his fingers on her nipples. Ravi noted the way; she arched her back to accommodate his hand to play with her boobs and nipples. The strange sensations of orgasms were still flowing over like thousands of snakes crawling all over her body.

'I love you, Lavi' the words came reflexively from him. He knew at that instant that he couldn't live without her. He was so deep in his emotions and in his commitment to her. His whole world and life was at her feet. She just didn't knew at that moment. Ravi was feeling the starting of orgasms just by feeling her boobs. As they kissed again for a long time, his orgasm overcame him and in a minute or two, his underwear was wet with all the cum.

Lavi just writhed under his hands. Her young nubile body was his plaything and she couldn't control it anymore. He was the orchestrator and she was a musical instrument. Her orgasms hit her strongly against her womanhood and clit when Ravi took her heavenly nipples into his mouth and sucked them. They were such a delicate specimen of her anatomy and he couldn't give up so easily. It was one and a half hour and his two orgasms before he finally gave up hold. But for Lavi, her orgasms were a continuous phenomenon. She felt what a great feeling it was to be loved and revered by her lover.

As Ravi started putting on his shirt, she sidled to his side and hugged him like a loyal wife.

'Are you happy, baby?' she asked him.

'This is the best day of my life, Lavi' he hugged her as he said that to her. 'I am at your service, baby. Just order me to do whatever you want. I am sorry if I forced you. I shouldn't have been so demanding of you.'

'Never apologize to me, honey. I love you, you know that.'

Both of the lovers gazed into each other's eyes as they pecked some more. Lavi's phone rang at that moment.

Sukanya was getting bothered that Lavi was a little late than usual. Her college ends at 4: 30 and it was already 7: 00. She was usually back home by 5: 30 and if she went to her friends' home, she wouldn't be past 6: 30. She loved her girl. She was such a considerate and loving daughter. And, so lovely too. She was so proud of her. When people said that she was a replica of her mother, she beamed and puffed her chest out. Her son always teased her when such moments came on them. Laxman was a fifteen year old naughty kid. He wasn't as attentive at his studies as her sister was. Lavi was brightest and topped her school and now even in her college. Ramesh, Sukanya's husband, was so proud of her daughter's achievements. He bragged about them to his friends. Sukanya had been at the receiving end of his long lectures regarding Lavi, as he said that she took brains from him and he was sure that the world would be at her feet.

Sukanya smiled at the warmth of her husband's candour towards their daughter. Anyone, who had Lavi as their daughter, had to be proud. She loved her husband's innocence and his frank madness about his family. He pampered his son too. Regarding her, he always kept her every wish over his. Since marriage, he had been loving and giving. He encouraged her to work since the start of her marriage. He never sided with his relatives, who advised him to her annoyance to make her stop working. It was never about money for him. He wanted her to be active and informative of the world. In his view, a woman who knew about the world was such a strong asset to have in the family.

Her phone rang. She looked at the dialler to see that it was Ranjith calling. Her breasts became taut and her clit tingled as she saw his name. she first met Ranjith at the hospital she worked five years back. He came there as his brother was admitted due to some accident. Sukanya noticed at that time how he was hitting on her and smiled to herself that she couldn't be available for him. But Ranjith was not the giving up type. He was a realtor and owned good amount of business around the city. Sukanya wasn't able to resist his charm and personality as he grew close to her by gifts and constant pursuing of her through mobile. Finally after about seven months, he bedded the heavenly beauty. And since then, they had been regular lovers.

Sukanya loved the sessions in bed with her lover. Ranjith was a well endowed man and any lust ridden lady would gain so much from him. Against her husband's sexual prowess, Ranjith was a mammoth. The latter even had such a great physical personality. Though he was married and had a kid, he was a very liberal type of man with nothing on his mind and who moved in the society like a bachelor. Sukanya loved his bold personality and was only willing to join him in the bed.

'Hi Ranjith, how are you?'

'Hey babe, how's that heavenly ass?'

She smiled at his words. He was mad about her buttocks. 

'Anyway, where are you?'

Ranjith owned businesses in the northern cities too and so was almost away most of the year.

'I am in Hyderabad, now, arrived in the morning. Just wanted to know, if you are available for a dinner and fuck.'

'Don't be coarse about it. I am a little busy. My daughter would be arriving home. In fact I was going to call her. We will see about that tomorrow.'

Though she felt a little sad for him and very much for herself, her priority was her family.

'But I will be returning tomorrow.'

'Then next time it is. I am sorry.'

Ranjith just sighed, 'so be it, then. I will take my revenge later. Just kidding, bye.'

'Bye.'

She pinched her nipple through her cloth as it tingled. It always happened when she spoke with her lover.

She dialled her daughter, when Lavi answered her promptly.


Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 01



'Mom,'

'Where are you? I am waiting for you.'

'Oh, sorry mom, hhhhhhmmmmmm.'

Lavi moaned as Ravi pinched her nipple.

'It's nothing mom, I am at Sheela's. It's her sister's birthday today.'

'Ohh! Will you be late?'

'Yeah, mom. It will be late. I promise I will be back before ten.'

Sukanya sighed, 'it's okay, darling. Just be safe, okay and call me for anything.'

'Sure, mom.'

Sukanya sighed. She was so addicted to her daughter. They were almost like best friends. They were almost inseparable and were like twin hearts in the matters related to anything. Her daughter is growing up. She had to deal with it. She would be forty next month. Hmmm. A naughty thought sparked in her head.

She picked up the phone.

Ramesh noted his wife's name on his mobile screen.

'What's it, Sukanya?'

He was busy with his business as there was a throng of customers and he hated being disturbed even if it was his wife.

'My friend Sunitha has come to her mother's. She will be going back tomorrow, it seems. I am going to meet her.'

'Sure, sure, no problem.'

'It will be very late. It can be even after midnight.'

'Hmm, okay be careful and call me, if you need anything.'

She hung up and soon started dialling another number.

'Hello,' Ranjith said.

'Hi sir,' she said playfully. 'I am hotel service. Just tell me your hotel room number and I will be there to serve you.'

Ranjith laughed, 'that's like my bitch.'

Sukanya's clit tingled as she heard him call her that derogatory term. Even her husband never verbally abused her. But she liked Ranjith's names for her. She carefully noted the address.

'Your bad lady will be there to serve you at the soonest, sir. Does that make you happy?'

'Very, just get that wonderful ass soon to me.'



Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 02



Hi there, I love writing these stories and I hope you will have good time reading them. You know the content material already if you are well versed with my previous stories. If it is not of your taste, please keep off. I would certainly love some feedback, but not spite. This goes without saying that all these stories are work of fiction and doesn't resemble any one or any event. Hope you will have a good time with this installment of mine. Thank you.

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The receptionist in the hotel lobby did a double take at the lady who had just entered the foyer. She was absolutely ravishing; she was wearing a simple short sleeved blouse with a normal cotton sari with minimal make up. But her delicate facial features with that astounding rack, cinched in waist and absolutely exotic rump made him quiver at his core. His masculine core. His cock hardened and before he knew he was slobbering with a dribble slipping the corner of his mouth.

He soon remembered his professional demeanor as he smiled a polite smile.

'How can I help you ma'm?'

Sukanya smiled a very pretty smile which showed her good nature and best of persona.

'Hmm, there is Mr. Ranjith waiting for me, can you tell me the room number?'

Ajay wasn't born yesterday. He had been the receptionist since one year and he was aware that a lady calling on somebody at the hotel isn't something out of the normal. This was generally equivalent with call girls. But he was completely against the idea that the middle aged woman standing before him was a prostitute. She looked that goddess of housewife, whom you wouldn't have another thought but worshipping.

He ran through his register, 'yes, ma'm. Room number 411.'

'Thank you' was all she said, before she departed leaving him to watch her natural swaying of her ass.

But Ajay was a little jealous. The guy, that lucky guy. He had seen Ranjith earlier in the morning, when he checked in. he was a handsome man too. Robust, well built, strong, tall, athletic with that forceful nature of a typical alpha male. The modern driving man of civilization. 

The guard at the door was beside him in an instant, as a customer in his hurry shoved the jar on a table onto the floor in the reception hall. When the constituents were restored, Bheema heard the sigh from the young Ajay. He noticed that the young lad's eyes were fixated on the lady's ass.

'Some woman, sir' he noticed.

Ajay was friendly with the underlings and the old man, Bheema, naturally garnered respect with his twenty year association at the hotel.

'Yeah, Bheema. Very beautiful woman. This Ranjith must be some lucky guy. Or is she...'

Bheema shook his head at the lingering question in the air, 'I don't think so, sir. She is a virtuous lady that is for sure. Look at the way she carries herself. I have been long in the business to know them. She was very considerate with everyone she had interacted from the moment; she got off from the auto rickshaw. She is a one in a million lady.'

'Then what is brewing between them, Bhayya.'

'I don't know, sir. But the man is lucky, whoever he is. He has the fortune of spending some time with her, be it be in intimate or professional manner.'

The old man sighed. He recalled the way, she had helped an old man stand up, after he was pushed off by the pavement throng, a few minutes ago. She helped the man to his feet, put the spectacles on his nose and gave the walking stick into his hand, all the while giving that one million dollar smile. Very genuinely beautiful lady from inside, too. Hard to come by, these days.

Ranjith opened the door on the third knock and smiled at the knocker. He took a moment to examine Sukanya, from head to toe. As she walked in, he closed the door behind her. His eyes lingered on her wonderful ass and on her oomph ridden shoulders. His hand reflexively went on the rump of her ass, as she sighed. Such a divine feeling, he smiled. His erection was already throbbing. Similar feeling started in the core of Sukanya.

But she tried to examine her surroundings, trying to ignore his hand, 'hmm, luxury suite.'

She couldn't help admire at the way Ranjith lived. Royalty oozed from him. It was already a very expensive five star hotel and his suite would cost nothing less than an arm and a limb.

'It pales before you, my beauty.' Ranjith pulled her for a hug. 'My god! I really miss this body.'

Just the feeling of having Sukanya in his arms had made his pants cramped for his cock. Sukanya too felt that wonderful exuberant feeling of being in this hunk's arms. He was a stud with his masculine personality and his debonair nature. He pulled her for a kiss, which she was too ready to return. He kissed her with a lot of that jungle feeling, with that raw passion of the bodies. Sukanya accepted his ministrations of the tongue as her own tongue was being aggressively mauled by his. She sighed as he pressed her chest on his broad one. He felt those jugs of her 36 C breasts. 

'My God, babe, who are you? Why have you captivated me like this?'

Sukanya giggled at his honest compliments. Her waist was in his arms as he gazed into her eyes, briefly his eyes danced over her cleavage behind that sheer saree. Though, overall her dress was modest, behind that gauzy printed floral designs of her cotton sari, her décolletage was bewitching. He couldn't help but push his clothed erection over her mound.

'Uunnnggg,' Sukanya sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, while he pecked on her cheeks.

'When are you going back?' she asked him.

'Tomorrow.'

'Hmmm'

'Is that the sigh of disappointment?,' his eyes smiled with naughtiness, as she looked back at him saucily with all the bedroom secrets.

'I don't know,' she replied. Her shyness increased her beauty many times over.

'We have time, I guess,' he asked her.

'May be, we have,' she giggled at his hoping hope for a long session.

'I told Ramesh that I maybe a little late. You know our thing about Sunitha.'

Ranjith smiled. They had this routine of Sunitha during their meetings. Sunitha was the excuse every time she came out to meet him.

'Don't tell me whoever this Sunitha is, she knows about us.'

'Of course, not. I told Sunitha about my passion with sarees and how one of my friends had this collection at her home. And I told her Ramesh was mad when I waste my time regarding sarees. I am really an addict regarding that. She thinks Ramesh hates me spending my time chatting up with my friend with wardrobe related things and as I love to go to her every once in a while, can she cover for me. She laughed and said yes.'

Ranjith spread out his hands on her wonderful ass as he pinched one globe, while kissing her, 'nice thinking, lady. Anyway, let us have our dinner brought to our room, is that okay?'

'Sure, but Ranjith, I don't like this hotel setups. Doesn't look good for me.'

Ranjith nodded his head, 'I am really sorry, babe. I would be more selective of our venues, don't worry about that, all right. Now, get those reddish rosy lips around your favorite toy.'

She smiled at his reference of his organ and slapped on his chest. He kissed again on those heavenly lips and pushed her down onto her knees, as she slowly but eagerly slid onto the ground. Looking into his eyes, she unbuckled his pants and yanked them with his shorts down to his knees.

His nine inch prick stood up like a scimitar bobbing up and down with excitement. Sukanya noted within the blink of an eye that her panties were getting soaked by oozing secretions from her pussy. It wasn't far fetching to say she was the fan of his organ. She dreamt of it in wintry nights and in solitude. She had had good times with this pecker since the last five years. Her husband's cock was very moderate in size around six inches. And Ramesh didn't put it to such a good use as did Ranjith. She smiled in anticipation of the rest of the night.

She looked into his eyes as she took hold of his bobbing cock and slowly ran her hand up and down in a jacking motion. The best thing about sex with Ranjith was that both of them shared some very erotic understanding in the way they eyed each other and behaved with each other's bodies.

Every time she looked into his eyes, she felt as though he was raping her, violating her with his eyes. He made her nipples tingle and her pussy to contract with the way he stared at her. She just couldn't help the feeling of helplessness around him. It was a very good type of helplessness, a very sensual type.

'How is my cock, Su?'

She giggled at his words. He wanted her to describe his manliness. He wanted her to become submissive to his desires and also to her own desires. He had this habit of making her plaudit on his prick. It was his very pride possession. And he must be proud of it, she felt so, too.

She kissed the tip of his cock with her sensual lips all the time looking into his eyes, submitting to him. She liked to submit to him. She craved for it, almost. It was true that he had been after her since the time she first met her in her own office at the hospital. He pursued her, followed her and even stalked her. He was the most persuasive till he got her into his bed. But once she was there, he didn't even make an effort to continue his pursuit. Once she got a taste of his cock, she came back to him whenever he called her.

Every time they met, it developed into an addiction. She didn't know that sex could be so bewitching, so addictive. Ramesh was such a nice gentleman, but alas he didn't have that talent in the bed, as her seasonal lover had. 

She licked the pee hole of his cock, as she looked into his eyes, lustily. She ran her tongue over his organ, all along its length, relishing in the musty flavor of it. It reeked of masculine scent and she reveled in it.

Ranjith was leaning on the table as he felt that heavenly tongue over his cock. He felt the velvety touch of Sukanya very stimulating. His cock was throbbing in her dainty hand and he emitted the sigh of pure satisfaction.

'Tell me, Su, did you miss my cock? Did you ponder over it in its absence? Did you crave for its touch, the moment you stepped into this hotel?'

Sukanya felt very shameful answering to these questions; it was like admitting to her sins. She tried to distract him with her tongue as she lavishly spent her spit over his cock, anointing it in a much disciplined manner. She started sucking the side of his cock, while she played with his balls all the time.

Her pallu had slid off her shoulders and Ranjith was granted the view to her cleavage, which was partially visible till now. Her blouse encased udders had that delicate touch of feminity, which he was looking forward to all these months. The sex life with his wife was almost non-existent as she wasn't an angel like the beauty on the knees. Nor was she a sprightly bird. A couple of pregnancies were just a ticket for his wife to withdraw from the duties in their bedroom. She was a dutiful lady, but more oriented towards the family than her husband's craving interests. Ranjith gave whatever the family asked of him, love, wealth and what not. But he understood that for his pleasure, he should look outside. He had many affairs with many other ladies, but with Sukanya, it wasn't the same.

He relished on the ministrations of the housewife, as he slowly moaned and asked again, 'answer me, bitch?' he withdrew his cock from the lady's mouth and got hold of her strong wavy hair which was in a braid. He held his cock in the right hand while he held the housewife in his left hand as he said, 'you won't get a taste of your favorite toy, if you don't answer my questions. Tell me.' He pulled her hair as she winced in pain.

He released his cock from his hand and pressed her udders sensuously running his insistent fingers over the nubs of her nipples, as she moaned in happiness. She liked his hands over her body, his controlling and manipulating grabs over her sensitive skin. But most of all, she wanted that cock in her mouth.

'Yes, I missed your cock, Ranjith.'

'And?'

'I missed it all the time. I have been craving and lusting for it. Don't make me beg anymore.'

He smiled, 'this is not begging, baby. But I will make you; I will make you crave for it with your life. Tell me, what do you want?'

She shook her head in frustration, 'please, don't make me say all these things.'

He granted his cock to her again as she eagerly took hold of his nine incher and started sucking it with earnestness. He couldn't put it past her that he too desired her mouth more than anything. He didn't want to give her that satisfaction. He liked the way she eagerly went over his organ as she jacked and got involved in the blowjob she was giving. 

He pulled her away as he held her hair and said, 'tell me, baby. Tell me, how you craved for it.'

'Oh, Ranjith, please...'

'Just tell me and you will have your toy, you will have it to fuck your own mouth.'

His words made a fresh lease of juices pour from her core of womanhood. She couldn't take it anymore.

'I love it, Ranjith. I love your cock. I am mad about it. I have been thinking of coming to you and getting fucked by you, whenever I could get over my spare time. It is not a lie when I tell you that I am dreaming about it in the nights with my husband sleeping next to me. I masturbate when I wake up from those dreams. I rub my pussy with the thought of you. These days, this prick of yours is the cause of daydreams, with me getting lost even while I am speaking with someone else. I have even utilized the washroom at work to relieve myself thinking of it. Is it enough or shall I say more?'

Ranjith smiled at the plight of this unsatisfied housewife. He ran his finger over her ruby red lips as he took his excited cock again to that altar of its worship. She looked into his eyes as she resumed the blowjob, she so desired to give.

'You know what the funny thing about you?'

She looked into his eyes in question not detaching the sucking mouth from the monster of his cock.

'You love your dessert before your dinner.'

She smiled through her work as she pulled on his organ. The sight of her clad in her saree and her half exposed magnificent breasts with her narrow waist fuelled the lust in his eyes like never before. He gave into the goddess fully as he threw his head back in a sigh.

Lavi smiled as she sat behind her lover on his bike. She made sure that her chest was graciously applied to her lover's back, though it had three layers of clothing between them. Ravi felt a bit of contentment at having met his need, for which he was craving since the last few months. But what he felt on the other hand was that he wanted more of his lover. Her body will get more addictive to him in the coming days; he was still to become aware of this fact.

While, he dropped her at the bus stop, he wanted to pull this beautiful babe and kiss her, but the surrounding people prevented him. Lavi smiled her innocent smile looking into his eyes. Her eyes spoke of devotion and he felt very guilty if he had forced her into something she didn't like. But as she turned and got on the bus destined to her home, he had to just sigh and let go. He couldn't wait for the next time.

She arrived at her home to find her kid brother busy with the playstation. It was nine and her mother wasn't there. Keertan, her brother, irritatingly told her that their mom went to Sunitha aunty's home for something, which he didn't care and that she stop wasting her time trying to distract him from his game. Lavi smilingly sighed at her brother's twenty four seven chore. She made some curry of her own invention for dinner as her father arrived at nine thirty. He told her that her mother would be late and they better have their dinner.

As she sat before the telly, after dinner, with her father going over the day's events in the news, she chatted with Ravi on some social messenger application regarding their courtship. She was becoming more enamored of him and really liked him so much. It was a nice feeling, this love, she thought. She hadn't been happier ever. 

Ravi rang to her number and she excused herself to her bedroom. They chatted like the lovebirds, they were. Excited, chirping, laughing and sharing their feelings. Ravi spoke of his future and how to plan hers. She listened to his wise words. She wanted to share this evolving friendship with her mom. She thought of speaking to Sukanya regarding Ravi. The thought of her mother, made her politely hang up on the call. She dialed her mother, who always answered promptly to her daughter.

'Hey sweetie,' her mom's sweet voice came up. But Lavi noted a little panting on the other's part.

'Hi, mom. Are you running?'

'No Lavi, why would I run? Did you have your dinner?'

'Yeah, mom. We all did. When are you coming? It's already near eleven.'

'Didn't your father say it to you? I would be a little late. May be after midnight. Don't wait for me and go to sleep. Sunitha will go back early morning tomorrow and she has some chores for me to do.'

She panted again, as Lavi said, 'are you lifting something, mom? You sound as though you are working hard.'

'Hhhhmmmm, yes, Lavi. I am a little busy as of now. Go to sleep early, we will talk in the morning, baby.'

'Bye, mom.'

Lavi hung up. Mom was busy. She was always busy whenever she goes to Sunitha aunt's home. They were best friends since college. She visited Hyderabad during summers. Her short visits were many. Her mother went to her every time. Lavi liked the way Sukanya looked forward to visiting her friend. She was friends with Rithika too, but not on par with her mother and Sunitha. These types of friendships were hard to come by these days. She went back to call her boyfriend.

After disconnecting her daughter's call, Sukanya moaned openly as she felt the talented fingers of Ranjith ripping through her pussy. He was sucking on her nipples as she was in total surrender to him. Ranjith liked this beautiful housewife's body more, every extra second he spent with it. Her moans were flavor to her already bewitching, sensuous and flaming figure. She was lying on the bed on her back. Her five foot five inch frame was like a sculpture of beauty for him to taste and exploit. She was his for whole of the night.

She had already blown him once before dinner. But still he felt had so much in his loins to give. She was such a subservient bitch whole throughout the blow job doing whatever he was directing her to do. She rubbed his cock all over her face, relishing in the touch of it. As Ranjith pinched her nipples, she gave her dutiful moans. She asked him if he wanted her to get out of her clothes. But, Ranjith declined. He wanted the specials to be only after dinner. After a twenty minute proper sucking, she felt his cock throbbing with his seed. He soon came hard. He made her take every bit of seed into her mouth, which she did while swallowing the delicious cum. She took hold of most of it in her mouth as Ranjith noticed her swirling tongue and jism around his cock.

During that episode, he taunted her, 'you like my seed, baby.'

She looked into his eyes with lust. She was desperate to have her own orgasms. There were mini orgasms running through her just by her lover's touch on her head, neck and her clothed rack. But she wanted proper mating.

'Tell me, my sweet mouthed babe, do you like my juice?'

She nodded at him in faithful subservience. Nothing mattered to her than pleasing her lover.

'Then show me my sperm like the dutiful cunt you are,' he teased her as he was fully spent from his orgasm. His words hit her squarely inside her core of womanhood.

She obliged him by opening her mouth and showing her lover's cream full to the lips.

He liked this posture of the housewife. He pinched her nipples as he ordered, 'now swallow my seed like the pitiful whore you are. A slutty bitch like you should adapt to the taste of her man. Don't you agree?'




Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 02



She nodded at him as she swallowed his seed and even collected a few droplets running at the corners of her mouth to her tongue. Ranjith watched in rapt attention as he saw the beautiful housewife listening to his every command like his favorite pet. He pulled her for a kiss as the emotional connect between them forged anew.

The dinner followed as she served him after they were both properly clothed. Both were laughing with the small exchange of news from each other's lives. It was always like this. Ranjith enjoyed the company of Sukanya. She was an excellent listener and encouraged his jokes with frank laughter. She sat beside him on the sofa after dinner with hand in hand as he told her about his business. Soon, they were busily smooching with a great deal of spit being exchanged.

He lay on the bed after having a bath when she laid on his side offering that very physical comfort, Ranjith was craving for.

'How is your husband's business?' he asked her.

'Not bad, I suppose.'

She sat on the bed and after loosening her pallu started unhooking her blouse.

'We have taken a new flat and repaying the bank loan has made Ramesh to sell some shares, he had invested in stock.'

Ranjith watched her exquisite figure with her narrow waist and her well proportioned jugs in her bra. She turned her back to him as a signal to unhook it.

'Sukanya, can I help in any way, I can, financially?'

She turned to him after he had unhooked her bra. She slowly released the cups from her jugs and completely detached it as he looked at the wonderful pair of tits, which he loved so much.

'Please, don't. I am telling it as a part of conversation, not as a plea for help. Ouch, hmmm, please go easy on those, Ranjith.'

He pinched her nipples with a certain amount of rashness.

'Ramesh never seeks help, nor do I. I don't like taking help from anyone except in dire conditions. Hmmm,... I love it.'

Ranjith had started sucking on her puppies as she started giving her throaty moans. He knew that Sukanya was a pride, independent woman for taking these sorts of help.

'I know Sukanya, I am sorry. Now, let's go back to us and show me by being the real bitch you are.'

On his orders, she slowly stood up and disrobed. Her sari fell first, followed by her petticoat.

Ranjth whistled, 'no underwear, you were looking forward to this fuck, aren't you, you filthy slut?'

She giggled as she fell on the bed beside him as he pulled her for another kiss. He removed his own nightwear and climbed atop her all the while mauling her breasts eliciting lusty, throaty, loud moans.

'Oh, Ranjith, you are killing me.'

He laid her on her back as he started playing with her body. He had this habit of slowly going over her body, teasing her all the while. She didn't stop him from teasing her by her hands. He absolutely hated if she made him stop. She just laid her hands on her side, as he went through her angelic, regal figure.

That's when her daughter called. She was eager to get off from the phone, as Ranjith teased her with no mercy. He pinched her nipples, roughly played with her moist folds and continuously kissed and bit her face, tits and her midriff. His erection was already throbbing to have another go. Both of them wrestled for another hour as he made love to her with a bit of force. She orgasmed a lot of times and she felt a never ending stream of sensuous sensation all over her body. Her sex with her hubby was limited to just penetration and it was quite unfulfilling. Sure, they cuddled, but Ranjith had this animalistic force. He had this raw passion, which she missed from Ramesh. And also there was this cock.

She jacked his nine inch pecker as he made her lie on her back with her legs wide apart. He teased her folds with his cockhead all the while looking into her eyes and smiling. She too looked back but her eyes were pleading to let her have her fill. She sensuously rocked her loin to entice his manhood, but Ranjith was not an easy bargain.

'Tell me who owns this body?'

She smiled at him and moaned, 'don't do this again.'

'I want an answer.'

'Hhmm, unnnggg, please, Ranjith. You own it. Please, do me.'

'Not convincing enough, bitch.'

She moaned with discontent. He pinched her nipples as her folds slithered against each other with more moist slickness. He bit on her tits and slavered over them with his spit as she heaved her loin into the air to contact his cock, but to no avail. She kissed him, which he returned, but soon withdrew.

She so much wanted to get fucked by him, to be kissed and to have that wonderful time in bed.

'hhhmm, unng, I am your bitch, baby. I love your cock. I love to get fucked by you. Hhhhhhmmmmmm, yes, bite them, properly. You own my slutty body. You have the rights to fuck me anywhere, anytime you want. I fantasize about you and your cock all the time. Yesssssss...'

His cock slowly breached her private area, which she dearly opened for him. Her cunt was still a snug fit, despite her being a mother of a couple of teenagers.

He see sawed through her hole as she moaned in delight.

'I will come for four or five days, next time, baby. Your cunt has to be ready for as much as it can take.'

'I look forward to it, Ranjith. I really do. I so love getting fucked by you.'

Ranjith slid into her tunnel fully as he started humping against her strongly. She moaned with all her heart and passion. She kissed him back. She danced her favorite dance of the loins as her lover taught her and guided her how to make the right moves.

'You are my slut, aren't you?'

'That I am, baby. that I am.'

He fucked her with ruthlessness as he started battering against her cervix, which she took so well and so welcomingly. Her family and her every other thought was thrown out of the window as the cock breached her body and her thoughts. This man was capturing her physically and possessing her mentally and she could do nothing to stop him and that feeling made her happy. She was getting consumed by the lust, by his control over her, which she gave very willingly.

Ranjith felt his orgasm approaching with the slick and tight passage of her sex contracting against him. He kissed her neck as she writhed in his arms for wanting more of his heavenly touch. He could fuck this divine body whole through his life and would still be short of satisfaction. Her wonderful body felt like butter in his hands as he played with her nipples. He sucked them lovingly as she played with his hair.

'Aaaaiiiiieeeeee, unnnngggggg, I love this, hhhmmmmmm, do me, do me, Ranjith, own me...'

Her moans did it for him as he came. He came inside with her nipple in his mouth and satisfaction in his loins. His seed hit her in her womb as she writhed. Her orgasm approached, with her crashing in that cascade of sensuous emotions. The final orgasm was powerful, long lasting as she milked her lover's cock with her wonderful dance of the sex. She noticed the snug fit of his cock, which wasn't such by her husband. There were a lot of places Ranjith had probed her and touched, which her husband never did. 

Both the lovers kissed deeply as their orgasms abated and they came off from the peak.

'Why don't we go to some place and spend a few days?' he asked her as he pinched her nipple.

'Are you serious? How did you think I will be making a vacation in my routine schedule? What would I say to Ramesh? It's clearly impossible, Ranjith. Hmmmm'

'It is possible, baby. You need to make a big excuse, like you won some vacation ticket at your work place or something like that.'

'Hhmm, as much as I would like to spend some days with you, I can't make it.'

He laved her breasts with his tongue as she reveled in it. She knew that in a few minutes, she would again be ready for the next session. There was already a slight hardening of her lover's cock against her thigh. It was always like this with them. They were insatiable, both of them. They had this continuous string of sessions, one after the other. Never did her husband make love to her twice in the same night.

But Ranjith was like a horn dog, always ready. He was pressing her breasts as she snug against his body.

He said, 'you can make it, babe. Just think of some way, your asshole of a husband wouldn't know.'

Ranjith was suddenly aware that he did something, which he shouldn't do. She flashed at him a look, which made him cower. She never took any light hearted talk regarding her husband.

'I am sorry, I am really sorry.'

She pulled away from his arms. 'You be careful with your talk, Ranjith. You know I don't like this type of banter regarding my husband.'

She was fuming with anger towards him as she picked up her blouse and started putting it on.

He ran to her side and said, 'I don't know what came over me. You know I don't have anything against your husband. I am sorry, please, don't dress up.'

He stalled her hand as she was trying to button up her blouse. Her eyes were still seething with fury. He did many dangerous deals in his realty business. He was the most sought after in his circle to get through the toughest of deals. He dealt with politicians, ruffians and all such sort of riff-raff. He was almost fearless, but one look from Sukanya was enough to make him shake in his legs.

He unbuttoned her again, 'I am really sorry, baby. What do you want me to do? I will do it.'

She sighed in defeat. She didn't want their rare meetings to be tampered with such petty quarrels. 'You be more careful, from now on.'

'Goes without saying. So, where were we? Hmm, yeah, I was pinching your nipples.'

'Aaiiiiieeeee, hmmmm,' she moaned in pain and delight as he pinched her nipples. Her blouse was hanging from her shoulders as her lover played with her breasts and kissed her neck. This was what is called heaven, she felt. He pulled her again onto the bed.

In no time at all, he was on his back as she sat astride his cock which was touching her deeply. She moved her loins in that sensuous dance as her lover was perusing her body and squeezing her tits like an art collector. The lapels of her blouse were on the sides as her free tits were an invitation for his hands.

'You fucking piece of slut, I am going to plan a vacation and you are going to come with me.'

'How is it,...hmmmm, unnnggg, possible, lover?'

He ran his hands on her gorgeous buttocks and her hips as she offered her nipples to his mouth to bite and play.

'I don't know. I will think of something and you should follow me like the obedient bitch you are.'

'I will try,...' She closed her eyes and moved her hips as she was lost in the pleasure of her lover's cock.

Ranjith stopped twitching his hips. She started to make an effort in her movements to compensate for him. She did it for her, for her orgasm as she moaned and squealed like a bitch in heat and started fucking him with all the abandon.

It was a long one hour before she ground her way to another delightful orgasm.



Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 03



Hi, Happy New Year to all the readers. This is the next installment of my new series. Needless to say, as all of my stories, all the characters are above eighteen and the story is purely fictitious. I have enjoyed writing the story and i hope you will enjoy reading it. And please provide feedback, which is like air for us authors. Thank you.

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Lavi sat with her friend Rithika at the coffee shop where their friends had gathered for the weekend. It was generally the way with these school friends to shoot the breeze once in a while as get-togethers.

'I heard Lavi has hooked up with some dude,' Bharat said to the gathered seven as though it was a secret, while it was not.

'Don't be smart, Bharat. Everyone is already aware of it. I am just seeing him. And we are still teenagers, don't cook something more than it is.'

Bharat smiled, 'oh, lady, I was just mentioning what I heard. You don't have to be so critical of me. So, how is he?'

Lavi looked at her friends and noticed how eager they were for an answer. Other than Rithika and herself, there were two other girls, Rohini and Padmini. They were studying in another college and were very close friends of Lavi, since her kindergarten days. She met Rithika in her eighth standard, while the other ladies were almost like known to her from ages unknown. The other two boys were Pradeep and Karthik. Pradeep was living in Pune now with his grandparents as his parents had relocated to states and they needed him to be at his relatives' safe place. He knew Lavi from her fifth standard. Karthik lived in Jaipur as his father's government transfer took him to places. He knew Lavi since her eighth standard.

Lavi had been in the same school since her kindergarten days and her friends encompassed a huge circle. These were her closest. She knew in her heart that all these three boys had crushes on her since the last few years but at the same time, she felt she couldn't convert their innocent childhood feelings to something more as she was looking for something special, which she saw in Ravi.

She replied, 'what do you mean how is he? He is fine, in good health.'

Pradeep said annoyed, 'yeah lady, like we are concerned about his health. How is he as a person? Does he crack jokes, like I do?'

Lavi noticed a hint of jealousy in Pradeep's voice, which she felt very cute. He had provided many matinee tickets to her and her family on the first day of any movie's release. His father had these ties with local businessmen. He used to be so caring about her. Though he was scrawny, he had that short temper, which he used to defend her whenever they went out.

'Oh, no, Pradeep. None can beat you at humor? But he has this way about him which makes him funny.'

'Like a joker?' Karthik guffawed. He was the band's official monkey.

Lavi would have been laughing at this slight on her boyfriend. But the recent physical encounter with her boyfriend had made her a little close to him. She felt it as a reflex to stand up for Ravi.

'Nothing like that, you idiot. He is like a small child. When he smiles or laughs he does it like an infant. He is a little innocent, you may say.'

'Innocent? He is elder to us by three years, Lavi,' Rohini observed. 'He can teach you many things, beware. Innocence may be a ploy to get into your...' at this moment, she chose to suck her straw which was immersed in her cool drink.

The lingering innuendo made the girls giggle, while the boys rolled their eyes. Soon, the topic changed as they went to discuss from their past crushes to the latest from their respective families.

In a private moment, the girls put their heads together and went into their private, girly, gossipy chatter.

Padmini said, 'don't tell me something hasn't started between you and Ravi, Lavi.'

'What do you mean?' Lavi asked with her natural innocence.

'You know what I am talking about' She smiled in a sly manner.

Lavi exhaled as though it was totally unnecessary. She got the gist of her friend's words, but she put up her fight, 'why do you always think in physical sense, Paddu?'

Rohini said to Padmini, 'yeah, just because you are not a virgin, it doesn't mean that Lavi should lose her cherry.'

'Rohini!!' Lavi let out a tiny cry, at her friend's words.

Padmini wasn't the one to be let down by words. She replied to Rohini, 'yeah, I am not a virgin, neither are you. Anyway, the matter is about Lavi. Tell us in plain words, baby. How is your physical relationship going?'

'You guys are disgusting.' Lavi threw her head back and started to play with her dessert. But her friends weren't the one to give up. They badgered her some more.

Rithika said, 'go on Lavi, tell them.'

Rithika didn't know anything about their physical relationship, but she hoped that her friend too is no longer a virgin, as she herself lost it to her boyfriend a few months ago.

'There's nothing going on, guys. We kissed...'

'Hmmm' all the girls hummed in a chorus. Their friend, the most noblest of ladies in their school and the most innocent and decent girl anywhere they ever had been, was progressing in the matter of boys and that made them happy.

'That's all we did...' Lavi let out a small smile as she said that.

'Come on, give us more info. I bet he touched your boobs,' Rohini assisted.

Lavi chose to remain silent. 

'What? Tell us.' Padmini nudged her.

Lavi had to distract them, 'how is it with your cousin?'

Paddu sighed, 'yeah, going on, but simmered down. He has left for states. We are in touch. He declares his love undyingly on the social messenger, though.'

Rohini added, 'it happens, didn't you guys almost live in a single house, last summer?'

'I believe you are still living in with someone.'

Rohini let out her side of the tale, 'hey, it was only for a single week. We meet once in a while, these days. Anyway, we were talking about the boobs of Lavi.'

Lavi was again prodded incessantly before she gave up, 'yeah, he touched them, but that was all.'

'Oooohhhhhhhhhh,' the girls let out a joyous whoop, clapping their hands.

The boys joined them at that instant. 

Pradeep said, 'what was that about?'

'Nothing, girl's gossips.'

Karthik's mobile pinged as he said, 'hey, I got to get going.'

'Why?' all of the others roared.

'My ride has arrived. My cousin Vivek, he is coming to get me. We have some fun errands to run.'

The girls' attitude, except Lavi, changed in an instant.

Vivek was a varsity sports champion. He was a Bachelor in Arts and was actively pursuing his career in athletics. He was like a loose cannon, with his father's wealth on his back and a live wire conduct. He was a famous womanizer and was the hearth-throb of girls in his college and school, wherever he went.

Rohini said, 'is he coming now?'

'Yeah. But he won't come in. he will wait on the road.'

Padmini whined, 'invite him, and let him at least have a drink?'

Lavi was stunned by the way her friends were talking. Both the girls had boyfriends, yet they were smitten by Vivek. She had been at the receiving end of many long sessions from her girlfriends about the plaudits of the star athlete. 

'There he is,' Karthik said.

And then they saw the tall, lanky boy with wavelets of dark hair falling on his forehead sitting on his costly motorbike, churning the engine with the turn of his wrists, as it roared.

Rohini, Padmini and Rithika were almost drooling. Lavi too noticed the boy. He was exceptionally handsome, that was for sure, but is this called for from her friends? The boys got stung with jealousy. Karthik waved goodbyes as he ran out and was whisked off by his cousin.

Rohini, Padmini and Rithika were almost silent whole throughout the time, Vivek carried Karthik away. He noticed the little group of his cousin's friends and waved his hand as a sort of greeting. The girls' hearts fluttered. Rohini even waved him back while Rithika and Padmini giggled like they were prodded in their belly and you might even think they were prodded in their pussies, by the way they had a hint of moan in their giggles. 

Pradeep and Bharat tried to deflect the situation by mentioning which movie they should go to, but it was to no avail. It was an hour later, when the group alighted to their choice of the theatre. As the boys were getting the tickets, Rithika said, 'the boy is really grown up, isn't he?'

Padmini and Rohini both of them nodded, 'yes, he is. He is looking more muscular and more charming.'

'Hhmm, Karthik should have invited him in.'

Lavi shook her head, 'come on Paddu, you are making more than necessary, here. I admit he is good looking, but you wouldn't have any second thoughts regarding your boyfriend.'

Padmini mischievously smiled, 'who knows, I might.'

Rithika too giggled, 'me too. He is so hot, Lavi, you can't deny that.'

Rohini said, 'yeah, and after I heard the version of Rajini, I am too up for anything he might offer me.'

'What do you mean?' all the other girls asked inquisitively.

Rohini replied, 'you know Rajini, my cousin's friend. A few months back she hooked up with Vivek. She was already had a good taste of boyfriends earlier. But when she described his sessions with my cousin, she almost wet her pants. The boy has what it needs it to pleasure women, superlatively.'

'You mean in the pants department.' Padmini questioned and she was almost short of breath.

'Hmm' Rohini's voice definitely betrayed a lusty moan.

'Careful girl. There is crowd around,' Rithika chided naughtily to her friend. A few guys already looked their way by that calling nature of the moan. All the girls had wonderful figures, with the tall and shapely babe in the white like the queen bee, which was Lavi.

Lavi shook her head, 'you guys are really something else.'

Rohini was annoyed, 'look Lavi, we are not trying to influence anybody here. What we discussed are facts. We like the hunk. He is handsome and has some characteristics out of reach of his age. He changes his girlfriends like clothes. That doesn't mean that he isn't appealing. He appeals to me and I would really like to spend some time with him. If you are uptight, let it be. I have heard uptight girls are the one who have much appetite for these sorts of things.'

Lavi looked at her with a peevish stare. Rithika diffused the situation. 'Hey, take it easy, guys. We came here for a good time. Let's change the topic. Ohh, here comes the boys with our tickets.'

Karthik and his hunk of a cousin were sitting in a bar drinking. They had been to his friend's where they spent some time chatting up and playing some video games. Later, they came to the bar, which was Vivek's favorite haunt. They were on their first drink as they chatted this and that.

Though Karthik was a little younger than Vivek, they were on the same wavelength regarding worldly matters. They had been friends since childhood. They did things together as children, but Karthik knew that his cousin was a big scorer with girls. He always advised him that his time will come and to be patient.

'You friends still get together once in a while?' Vivek asked him.

'Yeah, we do. I and Pradeep will be on our way again. So, we have thought of gathering.'

'Good, nice friendships. Isn't that Lavanya, who was sitting with you today at the eatery?'

'Lavi, yeah. It was she.'

'It is Lavi, is it?' Vivek said, 'why didn't you score with her, cousin?'

Karthik stared at him, 'what do you mean score, Vivek?'

'She is a pretty girl, prettiest I have seen ever. What are you doing sitting here when you should be taking her to places?'

Karthik looked at him, annoyed. 'Hey, she is not that sort of girl. She is a very good person.'

Vivek laughed. 'I didn't say that she is a bad girl. She is good and virtuous, I admit that. But she too has desires. She also has a pussy that needs to be broken in.'

'Why are you talking like that, man?'

'Hey, I am sorry if you felt bad. I am telling what I feel. She is a good girl with an excellent figure, who would look better in your arms than in anyone others, that's all I meant.'

Karthik shook his head, 'I am sorry, Vivek, if I was rude. She is a good girl. She never spoke with anybody in that way, which you mentioned. She may be what you said, but I don't know. Anyway, look here, dude. I am out of this place; I don't mind what happens here.'

'So, you are okay, if I have a go at her.'

Karthik sipped his beer and said, 'have a go means?'

'You know what I mean.'

Karthik just shook his head, 'you don't know, Lavi, man. She is not your typical sort of girl. She is very uptight, if you know what I mean. And recently she had started seeing someone. And if she does, she considers it very seriously. She is too mature for her age. She won't be lured by your everyday tricks regarding girls.'

Vivek just smiled, pulling his wavy hair back away from his forehead. 'All I wanted to know was if you won't mind.'

'Hey, everybody has his own life. I am not going to be here anyway. I don't mind. Take it easy.'

It was all Vivek wanted.

Sukanya was sitting in her cubicle before the computer going through the accounts as she was offered tea by the office boy, Kittu.

'Tea, ma'm'

'No thanks, Kittu.' Sukanya smiled at him as she got back to her work.

Kittu looked at her wonderful back which her modest blouse clothed. She was a picture to look at. He had many late night fantasies, where she was his lover as he fucked her until she cried. He wasn't as excited with movie actresses as he was with Sukanya in his fantasies. She was the ultimate figure for his jacking sessions. In his Smartphone, he already had many pictures of her back, which he took surreptitiously while she was in serious work of her own.

The office room, where she worked had five more cubicles.

Two belonged to Kaveri ma'm, an old lady and Renuka, a fat middle aged accountant.

The other three were men. Kittu knew that Anand sir and Lakshman sir were horndogs, who leched after the beautiful Sukanya. 

They were middle aged guys, in their mid thirties with very bad social life. They cracked jokes, which were cringe worthy and which lacked any decorum in regard to discussion before women. But the three women in their office weren't judgmental about them. Kaveri and Renuka thought they should do with whatever humour they have got in their hands. But Sukanya felt embarrassed at those crass jokes. She didn't raise any remark, as the guys tried to be light hearted in their behavior. She felt the guys were trying to lighten up the mood of the workplace. The only other man in their accounts office was Jai sir. He was an elderly man nearing sixty years. Though he was tall and strong, he was a very peaceful guy. He was a silent person with a cool head on his shoulders and like a father figure to his colleagues. He was expert in the matters regarding his work and gave the best of opinions to them.

He favored Sukanya for her hard work and her straightforward and good nature. At the start of her work, it was him, who tutored Sukanya. She even felt that he shielded her from any bad comments from other male members of her department.

Kittu had delivered the evening quota of tea to the accounts and looked surreptitiously from outside the door of the room. His cock was getting excited with his teenage hormones as he looked at the side view of Sukanya's wonderful bountiful treasures of her breasts. Though her pallu had covered the modest front part of her bosom, the delectable curve of her shapely breast was creating turmoil in his pants. He was also aware that Anand sir, the thin, scrawny lecher was gawking over his glasses at the same view. He was moving in his seat uncomfortably as he adjusted the jutting cock in his pants.

Lakshman, the man who overlooked the other's works, alighted at Sukanya's table and started chatting with her.

'Did you go through the numbers from the intensive care billing of the last month, Sukanya?'

Sukanya respectfully nodded, 'yes, sir.'

She respected every member of the staff, as her seniors, though she and Anand were almost of the same age. Anand was eying at the small, tiny, naughty cleavage of her wonderful boobs, behind her translucent sari. He enjoyed this so much. The way she talked with him politely made him aware of a false sense of superiority.

'You are perfect with numbers, Sukanya, I know that. You are really marvelous. I have seen none better.' He was flirting with her as he looked into her eyes with a winsome smile on his face. Sukanya returned the smile, but she knew that his flirting with her was nothing more than childish.

'Speaking of numbers, I just know the joke. It goes like this...'

'Is that BMW?' Mr. Jai said as he looked out of the window, beside which he had his seat.

Lakshman jumped off the table and quickly sidled into his own cubicle. The presence of BMW in the hospital premises strongly indicated the chairman's rare visit to the hospital. Lakshman had once been strongly reprimanded for sitting on the table and chatting idly with colleagues during work time. It had been a shameful moment and he didn't want a rerun of the situation. But before he sat, which he did, he realized that jai was playing a joke on him as everyone started laughing. 

The older man just said, 'no, it is some other car. Just the trick of the eye.'

Sukanya looked at him and smiled. Lakshman was embarrassed for acting like a coward.

Anand dropped a sheaf of papers onto the ground beside Sukanya's table. His ploy was to look at her wonderful figure while she picked them up. Sukanya with an intention to help readily fell into the trap and as a result the men were treated to the wonderful décolletage of hers.

Jai knew the way Anand and Lakshman behaved with the innocent Sukanya. He was incensed.

He thundered, 'don't act like a clumsy monkey, Anand. If you can't keep your things on the table, you better sit down on the ground. You are not even worthy of being accorded a seat by the management. Your work already has so many lapses. You finish checking of the whole finances of last month's report and if you have completed, revise it again. If I notice a single point error, I assure you the management will come to know of all the mistakes you had made in every report of yours.' And they were many.

Anand's moment of excitement was ruined, as he felt a quiver of fear looking at the older man's eyes.

'Sorry, Jai sir.'

When the day had elapsed and everyone packed their bags for the day, Anand was still going through the new errand his colleague had pushed on his shoulders. He was frustrated because he knew about the elder man's wrath. Though he was their equal, everybody respected him for his wonderful work and conduct. Same was with Anand. 

Sukanya and Jai walked out of the building as every other person got scattered.

'You shouldn't have been so hard on Mr. Anand, Jai sir. Anand sir is a very nervous type of person. He often mishandles things on his table.'

Jai shook his head, 'don't mention about those two idiots, dear. I have already covered a lot for those two. They are more adept at scratching their armpits than adding numbers. The chairman has a false sense of perfection regarding our department. I have a lifelong devotion to the management. I don't want to deceive their faith in me. But then again those two fellows have families to feed.'

Sukanya was touched by the elder man's love for his staff. He loved his department and didn't want anyone to suffer.

'Anyway, how's Lavanya?'

'She is very fine.' Sukanya blushed at the compliment.

'She is beautiful just like her mother. How is Ramesh ji?'

'He is busy at his work. And whenever he is home, he is always lit up by the presence of his son and daughter. He sings their praises so many that I bet even the minstrels wouldn't have sung regarding their monarchs.'




Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 03



'That's a father's heart, child. What can one say?'

'How is Reema aunty?'

'She is how a wife should be. Fussy as hell. The only sweetness in her is her diabetes.'

Sukanya scowled at his joke. 'You are so bad, Jai sir. She is the best lady.'

He nodded, smiling.

He said as they arrived at the parking lawn, where he parked his scooter, 'want me to drop you at your home, dear.' Sukanya went back home either by auto or by bus. 

'No sir, I will catch the bus.'

'Alright, dear.'

She looked at the shopping mall opposite her office and was reminded of the ear rings, her daughter had asked her to get for her. She had been forgetting it daily and now she felt her daughter may get surprised by her sudden satisfying of her wish. She entered the shopping mall and went to the jewelry section. 

She started looking at the fancy specimens of collection. A set of ear rings were large circles. She smiled to herself as she recalled the time she and Ranjith were watching telly in the hotel room after one of their hot romps in bed. The actress had worn the similar set and Ranjith playing with her nipples and biting her earlobes, mentioned he would love to see her in that jewelry and nothing more.

Just the thought of her lover perked up her nipples and clenched her pussy in sweet memory. She couldn't help but feel excited at her hunk of a lover. It had been one month since she had been to the hotel and the memories of the sessions left her hot and bothered. The frustrated housewife masturbated alone a lot of times. Earlier, she used to look down upon self stimulation. But these days, she couldn't help herself. Though she felt guilty, she did what she should.

Many a time, she thought of calling him and speaking with him. But her propriety made her halt. Along with that, her husband was the best man in her life. He treated her like a queen and that didn't change even now. He showered all the love she could even bear. She sometimes felt guilty at the affair, but she also knew that she couldn't help it. Her pussy's cravings had been out of order these days. They were like a fountain of explosions, she just craved to have.

She was going through the collection of the trinkets, when she was approached by the sales boy. He asked her politely, 'what do you want ma'm?'

Sukanya smiled at him and asked, 'I am looking for a pair of ear rings for my daughter.'

The fellow got flustered with her warm smile. She was a peach to look at. He had been badgering since morning around the shop with unruly customers, who either made a ridicule of the product or made a mockery of manners by not even looking at him in the eye. He was getting accustomed to the indifferent treatment of the people. He had recently been employed and in the first two months with his young male hormones boiling in his eyes, he was let down and frustrated by the crowd's treatment. But he was slowly getting acclimatized for airy environs.

And now this lady, not less than an angel from heaven, spoke to him with such a respect in her voice.

He grinned from ear to ear, 'oh, i have just the thing, ma'm. Look at these, new in the market, teenagers are going ga-ga over it.'

Sukanya took the silvery circles of ornaments and perused them in her hands.

The boy wasn't able to help himself from noticing the beauty of this lady. She had the figure of a seasoned pornstar with measurements, which could strangle any man to death.

Her heaving bust made him stir in his pants. Her ass had such a classy base. Her wonderful thick hair and innocent eyes made him mad with desire.

Sukanya, though, was looking at the ornaments, knew that the boy's eyes were dancing over her figure. She noticed how his gaze was lingering on that tiny cleavage of her rack. She didn't want to encourage the fellow. He was a tall, thin, gangly sort of boy with good manners. Though his frame was thin, he had broad shoulders and a baritone voice.

And then she noticed the protrusion in his pants. She suddenly turned her back to him with shame. She felt bad. But was she feeling bad for the boy or for herself. The image made her think on two lines. Was she feeling bad for him because he was embarrassed that she noticed or was she feeling bad for him because he was not able to help himself? And then there was another thing. Was she feeling bad for his plight or because she too had a momentary thought of imagining that cock naked? He was long, so the cock too must be long and the protrusion must be giving her some idea regarding the girth.

What was she thinking? She chided herself for being so coarse in her thoughts. What had happened to her? Her hormones were probably raging in her. The image of Ranjith's cock played in her mind. Her breasts were suddenly cinched with excitement at the very thought of her lover. Her nipples tingled and somewhere in her petticoat she became moist. She bit her lower lip in excitement.

The sales boy looked at her as she bit her lower lip and the world stopped for him. She looked erotic in that moment. She had a lost glaze in her eyes, as though someone had touched her clit. He couldn't help but get aroused by that sight. But it was only for a moment. In the next moment, she was back on earth with her eyes looking back into his asking him about the price of the earrings.

The boy could only answer perfunctorily. He wanted to kiss those heavenly lips, ravage that ripe body, and pound that wonderful figure. But he could only look. She was someone other's, some lucky bald bastard's wife.

Sukanya looked at the helplessness in the boy's eyes. She understood the trance he was in. She deviated him by asking him about the prices.

She tried on a pair on her, just by putting them beside her ears. The way she stood made her breasts jut out, which made him horny.

Though she didn't ask his opinion, he said, 'they look good on you, ma'm'

She blushed on hearing the boy. He was some other strange male commenting on her beauty. And the boy was honest too. She was a housewife and the ear ring was more in the bracket of young teenage girls. Imagining the housewife in pigtails like a teenager in skirt made his boner rather hard and painful.

'They are not for me. I am looking one for my daughter.'

'Sorry, ma'm. Excuse me if I sounded impertinent. But I was honest in my opinion.'

She smiled at him. She couldn't help but admire the candid truth of the boy. She didn't want to make the boy sad. So, she asked him for his opinion of other turquoise danglers. He was uplifted by her query.

Every time she put them beside her ear and he gave his honest opinion regarding all her queries. Sukanya enjoyed this little session of bantering.

'You look splendid in this silver danglers, ma'm. They compliment your perfect beauty.'

Sukanya noticed how he was being more frontal with his comments. He was commenting on her beauty without any bars. Though she felt he was taking too leeway, she allowed him as she didn't want to dampen his atmosphere.

He noticed how his eyes were getting more confident as he looked at her from top to bottom without any inhibitions. When he stared into her eyes, he looked at her with some amount of male flirtation, which she secretly liked. He was more open with his looks on her bust and her ass. He looked at her navel when she lifted her hands to see how the ornaments were to her ears.

When the session was completed, Sukanya bought four pairs of rings, three for her daughter and one for herself. The boy was also happy with the purchase. 

'It was such a pleasure meeting you, ma'm. Hope you will come back to the shop for more.'

'I might.'

'I can also show you some saris, if you like, ma'm.'

'No, no. I must get going. Anyway, thanks for all the help.'

'It was just my pleasure, ma'm.'

As Sukanya walked away from him, he looked at her wonderful ass, shimmying out of his range. He so much wanted to hug her from back. She was a ripe mare, only there to be harnessed and ridden. 

Though Sukanya looked calm and composed, she was excited by the way a young boy had shown interest in her. She took it as compliment, but more than that she took it as stimulation to her ego and her libido. The images of Ranjith and his implement were playing on her mind and she started becoming flustered by the second. She wanted to get back to her home and suppress her desires. Only a cold shower would cure her of her excitement. 

It was weeks after their first encounter. Lavi and Ravi continued to meet at Jithu's flat. Their romps have continued in the same fashion. They reined themselves only for some tit massaging and smooches. Ravi didn't pressure her for anything more than that. But he demanded her to be available more to him, probably more than twice a week, which never happened.

Lavi noticed how Ravi was becoming more possessive of her and detesting if she did anything without consenting him. He felt bad when she wore a sleeveless t shirt. He disliked when she didn't call him on certain days. He didn't like it when she went out with her friends without telling him.

Sometimes she felt as if she was dating a child. He was fussy and was becoming fussier. But the most vital thing which irked him the most was any other man's attention on her or her opinion on other men. It needn't be personal or sexual. Anything just irked him.

She had worn a yellow tight salwar to her college on that day and her wonderful proportions complimented the dress so much that a few guys even whistled when she waited at the bus stop. He whisked her away in such a hurry to sample the goodies.

As soon as they entered Jithu's apartment, both of them kissed with their youthful vitality. He sat in a chair and made her sit on his lap as he pressed her boobs over her clothes, as Lavi moaned.

'Shouldn't we talk something before?'

'We can while we carry on.' He kissed behind her neck, which was a very weak spot for Lavi.

She scoured for something to talk. 'You know Jatin sir, our senior.'

Jithu's hair on the neck was pricked up. Just the mention of another male name did it for him.

He looked into her eyes and asked, 'what about him and who is he?'

'Didn't I tell about him? He is our senior. He is Padmini's cousin and is one of the best chess players in the city. He met us, me and Rithika and invited us to the tournament next Sunday. I mean as spectators.'

'Why would he do that?'

'He is a friend.' And as soon as she said that, she bit her lip. Ravi's eyes already were carrying a different meaning. She didn't want to further ruffle his heckles. 

He withdrew his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips as she slid into his lap insistently to make up for her slip.

'You should go then, shouldn't you? Probably you find me boring. Jatin would be a good distraction, and by the way he is also a close friend.'

She turned towards him and garlanded his neck with her arms. 'I am sorry, I didn't mean in that way.'

'No, I am sorry; I brought you here without your interest.'

'Please, Ravi, I am sorry.'

He looked at her making up his mind. He knew that she didn't mean in any bad way.

She looked into his eyes, mischievously and took her hand into her kameez and unhooked her bra, which he easily made out with her hand movements. Looking into his eyes, she extracted her bra from the underside of the kameez. He could look at the protuberances her nipples had made on the soft cloth of her dress.

'Do you accept my sorry?' she asked looking lovingly with her innocent, beautiful eyes.

'Should I?'

'Yes, please.'

'I don't think so.'

She took his hand and took it from the underside of her kameez on to her soft boob. She made sure that his hand touched her feathery and sensitive nipple as she fluttered her eyes and moaned.

'Please, think it over. Excuse me, Ravi.'

'Why should I?'

'Because if you would, you could pinch my nipple.' She said seductively as she pecked him on the lips.

He smiled and said, 'that I would do irrespective of what happens.'

He pinched her pinkish nipples with his rough fingers as she moaned with a lusty cry.

'How is that darling?' he asked her as he saw her fluttering eyes with pain and excitement.

'It is ... good in a way.'

'Oh, you are enjoying this, when you shouldn't.'

He took her to the bed and took off her kameez as he saw her wonderful figure, half naked.

He pulled the drawstring on her salwar as she protested with her stopping hand. He pinched one of her nipples, while he bit the other as he said, 'today, I will see you nude in the whole.'

He had been demanding her to shed all her clothes to look at her whole naked figure. But she didn't as she thought he may get carried on. Her virginity was the most precious of wealth she and her family possessed. She didn't want to squander it with risk.

'No, Ravi, it's better not to.'

'Why not? I am your lover.' He asked with anger on his face.

'That's true, but please, I don't want to do it.'

He cajoled her. 'I promise you baby, I will only look. Nothing more.'

She shook her head, 'I am afraid it won't stop at that.'

'Trust me, babe.'

He kissed her as she kissed him back. Her tongue had a special liking to her lover's and when it touched while they kissed, she felt like she was falling off from a dropping giant wheel.

'I love you, Ravi.'

'I love you, too, babe.'

He slowly divested her of her salwar as he looked at her figure now clad only in her underwear. Her narrow waist with such a wide basin of womanhood made him almost lose his control. She lay on the bed as he slowly pulled off her panties.

The first image of her naked was something, he would never forget in his life. This was a beautiful girl, one of the best, he had ever seen. His friends, almost half of them had crushes on her. Lavi, the modest girl, who never behaved badly and who had an impeccable character was naked on the bed before him. As he looked at the gash of her sex, his pecker stood up straining against his trousers. He took out his cock and started jacking it as kissed her navel to his heart's content. Lavi moaned with pleasure as his tongue played with her belly button.

She already started having many mini-orgasms. Ravi started to excite her further with his hands. The pubic hair was cleanly cut with such a clean precision. She looked so manicured and orderly even down there.

'You are very beautiful, Lavi.'

Ravi's kisses slowly started southwards. He reached at her pubis and started giving tiny fluttery kisses at her vortex.

He took her hand and made her take his cock. It was the first time, that she touched his naked implement. It was long, maybe, six inches and was hard as steel. She gulped as she felt dread that some time in the future it is going to breach her walls and churn her insides. He made her jack his cock for some time. It was what he wanted and what she thought she should do by instinct. He loved the feeling of her soft hand on his cock and he moaned looking at her sensitive face with very delicate features. Those features had the dancing emotions of her oncoming release. He pictured her taking his cock into her mouth. The innocent Lavi blowing him. The picture itself was enough for him. As she felt his hands and his kisses on her navel area, she couldn't control herself.

'Please, stop, Ravi,' her seductive moans were carrying her genuine pleas to preserve her womanhood. There was a continuous flurry of orgasms flowing in her core and she could do nothing to stop them.

She jerked when she felt his kiss on her vulval lips. She almost writhed with seizure at his lips pressing on hers, but nether ones. He noticed her cute pussy with slight moisture along the crease of it. He couldn't help but touch her cunt lips.

Lavi stopped his hands as she pushed them away.

'No, Ravi, please. We shouldn't probably.'

Ravi came to her side and kissed as he said, 'believe me, baby, I am not going to. I promise.'

He looked at her whole figure and he shook with a new wave of excitement as his cock stood up proudly again rubbing her hips. Lavi could only moan. He looked at her cunt, which was seeping a light hint of moisture. He applied his finger along her slit for which she jerked and moaned lustily.

He separated her pussy lips and was treated to her secret soldier standing there in attention, a small, tiny clit. He touched it delicately but it was just like a switch had been turned on in Lavi as she jerked to a roaring orgasm, which she couldn't compare with others. It nearly wrenched her to her core as she hugged him and sobbed with pain and happiness.

She took his hand and applied along her vulva as he rubbed his cock along her hips, slowly pushing onto her. But he knew that he couldn't do it. Not without her permission. Both of them kissed hard as she murmured, 'I love you, I love you, so much.'

'Love you, too, babe.'

She rode her orgasm for nearly ten minutes as he watched the most delicate, feminine creature of his life undulating sensuously in his arms. It was enough for his life. It was one of the best spectacles he had ever seen. Along with that, her moans were very special to hear too. He was not sure who was falling deep into their passion and in other's hold. 

He has noted that in the last one month nothing occupied his thoughts other than Lavi. He had dreams daily of her. He was already having fear of losing her, which he didn't want to at any cost. But she was so innocent. She could be swayed by anyone. Would she? The thought made him angry and afraid.

He didn't like other girls too. He compared them with her and they just paled in comparison. If this continued, it would be horrible for him. He had to wait another four years, before he could marry her. He had to get a job soon after his studies. He had already planned to study further which would take another three to four years. Would everything pan out as he hoped? He kissed her as he felt he would lose her.

As she lay hugging him, Lavi could feel her love deepening. Every physical intimacy was just taking the matters further. She had this sweetest feeling on the earth. She cared for Ravi so much. She didn't want him frustrated as he was getting with her these days. The way her body was responding to his touches was something she found bewitching. She sympathized with his feeling to meet her very often as it looked harder for him.

But she understood by the day's session that if they continue their tryst, her virginity would be thing of the past. She had to reduce their meetings, she felt. But would he listen. She made up her mind that she would be restricting her meetings with him. She hugged him back.

'What are you thinking?' he asked her.

'Nothing, I think I am falling deep for you.'

He smiled at her admission. 'Is it wrong?'

'No, oucchhh...' she cried as he already started playing with her nipples.

'Are we hurrying at this?'

'I don't think so.' He pressed her boobs as she offered them for his pleasure as she closed her eyes with the touch of his tongue on her pink teats.

'Thank you, Ravi.'

'What for?' he looked into her eyes as she smiled at him.

'For the feeling that occurred when you did that to me.'

He smiled mischievously, 'for the orgasm?'

She felt excited just by hearing the word. 'Yeah for that. Thanks for it. It was really wonderful.'

'Don't worry, lady. You are going to get many of it.'

As Ravi bent his neck to carry on sucking her nipples, she ran her hands in his hair and thought, 'I am afraid I don't think so, baby.'

After dinner that night, Sukanya displayed her buy to her daughter. Lavi squealed with delight. 

'Which one is mine, mum?' she asked with excitement. Ramesh smiled at the happiness in her daughter's eyes. She was such a lovely and beautiful girl. He was very proud of her. 

Sukanya too gleamed happily at her daughter's joy. Her daughter probably thought only one set belonged to her or at the most two. She was going to get a surprise. Sure, they were not worth exorbitant price, but they were expensive.




Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 03



'Except, these arches, all are yours, darling.'

'Really,' Lavi squealed and hugged her mother. 'Thank you so much, mom. They are all so good. And they look so pretty, too. I love them all.'

Sukanya kissed her on her forehead and said, 'first, try them, honey.'

But the mother knew that she shouldn't have asked. Her daughter was looking so beautiful even in the gaudy night wear. Those ear rings would just add to her already established high picture.

And so, it was. They looked gorgeous on her daughter. She even saw incredulity in her husband's eyes in the mirror. Ramesh was struck that her daughter could look so much different even to him. He felt like a man as something stirred in his pants. It was very wrong of him and he shook his head and exited the hall to his bedroom. Sukanya noticed his appreciation and smiled that it was just pure reflex of human nature. When Lavi retired to her bedroom happily with her gifts, Sukanya looked at the arched ear rings.

But she couldn't overlook the giant circlets of silver rings that she had gifted her daughter. She was in fascination with them. They looked so good on her daughter and even on her. When she came to back to her house in the evening, she tried them on. In an act of mischief, she dressed herself in her daughter's t shirt with her hair loose. She felt as though youth was upon her. She felt moved by her own picture.

For a moment, she felt she should be like her daughter, pursued by young suitors. Probably Lavi is being, she didn't know that. But she felt like she was in the age group of adolescent, crazy youngsters prowling on the city for some physical company. These thoughts really made her nipples tingle with desire.

Before she could control herself, she called Ranjith.

When he answered her, his voice was carrying undisguised surprise, because she rarely rang him up. It was always him, who called her.

'Is this a dream?'

She giggled like a schoolgirl. 'No, it isn't. I just wanted to know if it is cold there at this time of year in Delhi.'

'You called me to know about the weather.'

Sukanya wanted him to know that she was calling him for some purpose, other than the fact that she was aroused and she wanted just to hear his voice and maybe stroke her guilty joys.

She voiced her doubt with conviction, 'yea, actually one of my friends is going to Delhi and she wanted to know how the temperature there is so that she may pack winter wear for her and for her family.'

'And this friend of yours didn't have the modern help of media to get the knowledge about the weather.'

She didn't think that he would inquire so much. 'She just wanted the first hand report. Look, if I am interrupting something...'

'No, babe, you are not interrupting anything. It is in fact very cold here. I could probably use that hot body of yours in the night to warm myself.'

His voice with his sexual talk started crawling over her skin like the warmth of the heaven. It was like an answer to her fires.

'You are very naughty talking like that.'

'And you too are calling me like that.'

'I told you..'

'Yeah, I know, babe. Anyway, how's that wonderful body of yours? Is it being tended properly by your husband?'

She smiled and said, 'maybe...'

'Could you do one favor for me please?'

'What is it?'

'Can you please touch that special friend of mine, your clit?'

She sighed. This almost inaudible sound carried to her lover's ears and he understood that his voluptuous MILF was getting turned on by the second.

She took her hand inside her panties and started frigging her clit. But she said, 'why should I do that?'

'Don't be naughty, honey. You are already doing it and daddy knows it.'

The way he talked made her hornier by the second. She moaned before she could control it.

'My beautiful bitch, what is it? What caused you so hot in the panties? What made you call me? You can tell everything to daddy.'

She moaned on hearing him. She almost wanted to tell him everything. Tell him how she felt in the shop. How she wanted so much to be ravaged by him. How much she wanted to warm his bed as he had said earlier.

She frigged her clit some more, but took her hand off and said, 'nothing, Ranjith. I just wanted to talk to you.'

'So, weather was an excuse.'

She bit her lip and giggled, 'no, I wanted info too.'

'So, you are not going to tell daddy about your little mischief today, my dear busty babe.'

'I have nothing of that sort to tell, dear.'

'Hhmm, what did you do today?'

'The usual, went to office and came back. While coming back I bought some ornaments to my daughter.'

Ranjith slowly said, 'hhmm, so what happened at the shop? Did you meet somebody there?'

Sukanya smiled and applauded her lover's smart thinking. He was getting near to the root of the problem. 'None, except the sales boy.'

'Was he handsome?'

Sukanya felt inappropriate answering it. 'I didn't notice all that, Ranjith.'

'Just recall and tell me, honey.'

'Yeah, he was good looking.'

'Explain how he looked.'

'He was tall, very young, maybe early twenties and had a baritone voice.'

'Better than me, obviously.'

'No,' she said reflexively.

Ranjith smiled. 'Why, what's so special in me? I am old. I am in the forties, babe.'

But Ranjith knew that what she said was true. The kid was handsome probably. And he too was. He was considered a hunk by many of his friends. But Sukanya knew his personal assets too. And he also knew that Sukanya was already blushing.

Sukanya knew in her heart that both of them knew the answer. She liked his cock. She may not have expressed it openly. But whenever they met and when he shoved that prick inside her, her moan was an attestation to her appreciation. In her subconscious mind, she rated his organ very highly. But she couldn't say that. The horny, young housewife couldn't come out of her veil of propriety. She needed the prodding.

'What is it, my dear busty darling? What's so special in me?'

She maintained her silence and it answered his and her doubts, too. 

'My sweet bitch, do you miss daddy's cock?'

His question itself fired her lust like a fiery gust of steam. Her hand went back to her clit, which she stroked with animal vigor. She moaned as he listened and smiled.

'You naughty babe, you want so desperately to be fucked by me, don't you?'

Sukanya moaned with her orgasm, which caught up her like an ever ready wildfire. 

'That kid reminded you of my cock, somehow. Isn't it? You can't wait to be fucked by me, don't you bitch?'

'Oh, yes...' she said in her throes of her orgasm. The wonderful feeling of having Ranjith on her lived in her with her orgasm. She recalled his wonderful implement and it fuelled her lust.

'Daddy will fuck you, babe. He will fuck you, soon.'

Sukanya was just aware of his incendiary words, which he kept on at the other end, as she had a cunt and body full of orgasms, which satisfied her to the brim. It took nearly ten minutes for her to come back to earth, but she did. 

After regaining her composure, she said, 'I am sorry.'

'For what, Sukanya?'

'I shouldn't have ...'She paused. 

'You shouldn't have what, baby? Don't distress yourself. You called and you did what you had to. Don't think much about it. Just make sure that wonderful, sexy figure will be available to me when I come asking for it.'

She bit her lip and nodded, 'okay. So, how is everything?'

They talked some desultory conversation, but soon they laughed about some worldly jokes and other things. Later, when she hung up, she felt she couldn't have done without that conversation.

Sukanya recalled the evening's interlude, as she went to her bedroom. She soon changed into her night dress. As she sidled into her husband, he hugged her.

She felt his protrusion as they spooned. She ground his excitement as he kissed her. Sukanya was happy as she was continuously horny since the evening and there was some entertainment to be had from her husband's side.

She said, 'did you see the ornaments?'

'Yeah, I did.' His voice was offhand.

'Didn't Lavi look so good in them?'

'She sure did.'

'How do you feel if I wore them for you?'

He said, 'but they looked like they may belong to the younger generation, I mean of Lavi's age group.'

Both of them knew that he had spoken the wrong words.

He knew that he had hurt her. He kissed her to cover up his error. But Sukanya didn't feel angry on him. He said what he had on his mind. She had unhooked two of her nightdress buttons so that he could have the gorgeous sight of her wonderful cleavage. And he did too, but he looked at it in a casual manner. He didn't consider the sight anything out of ordinary.

He kissed her with fervor, which she returned. He pressed her boobs over the cloth. She offered them for him by disrobing and he slurped on them for a minute. But he soon, climbed over her as she lay back. He flipped the nightgown over and stretched her legs as she invitingly presented her pussy. He thrust into her in his emergency need. He was feeling horny, today. Ramesh knew that the reason was his daughter's image, but he brushed it off his mind and concentrated pounding his wife's pretty pussy with his prick.

He may have thrust some five to six times when he suddenly noted that he was at the end. Sukanya was just getting started. But she knew that he had approached his climax. He groaned as he erupted in her and ground his loin into hers. He kissed her neck and fell on her as it ebbed.

It wasn't strange for Sukanya. She did feel sorry for Ramesh. He had so little time on his hands for these things. He was busy with work and other stuff, with bills, with family commitments and what not. She kissed as he sidled back to his side of the bed. Her excitement was still tingling, but she kissed her husband, as he just started snoring. The image of her lover's cock was still playing on her thoughts as she ground her hip against her husband's.



Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 04



It was five thirty in the morning when Ramesh woke up from his sleep. He wanted to go back to his beauty sleep but was arrested by the excellent, innocent beauty of his wife. Sukanya was sleeping in her light coloured nightdress and was displaying the aura of her attractiveness at peak levels. She was just like an angel with her delicate, fine features. The light pink coloured nightdress, which she had donned was reflecting her peaceful, happy dream state, she was in. Perhaps, she was dreaming, he thought. He kissed her lightly on the cheek as though she was a two month old, sensitive baby. She slightly moved with the touch on her cheek and slid back into her stupor.

Ramesh had always thought he was lucky, in terms of Sukanya. She was like the pillar of support for him. She supported him in his every endeavour. She took care of their kids. He had nothing on his hands except his store to run. When his business was in a very weak state, she planned their financial dealings with a very deft mind. She even worked to tide over those tough times. But all the while, there was only smile on her face. She never reflected their meagre wealth on their kids. Thankfully, those times were over. Though, they were not filthy rich, they owned a house and were in the process of getting another. They still had their daughter to marry off. It will be another hurdle to cross, but he knew that with Sukanya by his side, he need not worry.

Along with that, she was an absolute delight in the sack. Though recently, he had been neglecting those duties, he had his life's best times, till a few years back. Till his daughter turned ten, he just couldn't resist the stupendous beauty of Sukanya. They regularly indulged in bedroom activities, but it dwindled since the last few years. He certainly had the urge, but wasn't definitely the spark, which was there earlier. He wanted to relive those glory days, but lack of time and his changed family scenario made him limited in those endeavours. He must also admit that he wasn't that good looking as he was ten years back. He was a very average looking guy and his hair had been falling regularly like a never ending monsoon.

He believed that he couldn't be the hero his wife once thought him to be. When he was young, everything was at his feet. But now he had to accept his middle age physique and also his wife's stares at young boys. Yes, they were there. Though she didn't do it on purpose, but whenever she went to some party, her eyes reflexively went to the younger bunch. He couldn't help but notice that there was some admiration for them. He had to accept this cruel unfolding of his future. She though composed herself and didn't behave in any bad way, he knew that she too had some hormones and all along with that their desires. His heart pained but he persevered.

Another paining thing was that though he was aging and becoming old, she was ripening to a wonderful beauty. She just was becoming more wonderful by the day. Her admirers probably just grew. He could see from the stares she got whenever she went out. At marriage events, people liked to talk to her. Some masculine brave hearts even tried to be something they shouldn't be. But they resigned in the way she withdrew. She was meek but avoided anything out of the usual advances from a foreign male. But he knew that she too was just a human and her hormones will go onto rule her middle aged ripe body.

He feared if he may lose her. If she sought any man, he would be at her feet at the blink of her eye. She could play any male with her delicate fingers and he would have to just watch. He really shivered if these things will happen to him. But he also knew that she would never abandon him. That last thought made him very happy. He kissed her lightly on the cheek admiring and lauding her delicate beauty.

But today was a special day. It was Sukanya's birthday. He looked how peaceful she was in her sleep. He thought of giving her day the best start. And he proceeded by taking the bed covers off her. Her ankle length night dress was covering her stupendous figure. Her wonderful hips and bewitching bosom prodded his tiny dick. He kissed at the top of her breasts, while she moaned with delight. But when he looked at her, she seemed to be in sleep. What was she dreaming? He pondered.

He went to her feet and kissed them as she shivered lightly. He slowly uncovered her nightdress by flipping it slowly over her waist. As he raised it above her hips, he noticed with pleasure the lack of underwear. Her naked pussy was inviting him for anything he had in his mind. He kissed her at the junction of her womanhood as she moaned in her sleep. He took the side of her buttocks in his hands as he spread her nether lips with his mouth and that's when Sukanya became aware that there was somebody playing with her dainty cunt.

She moaned as she felt the smooth pressure of Ramesh's tongue on her clit. She moaned loudly with the peaks of her pleasure flowing through her nerves. She clutched her husband's head in her hands as though she was urging him to go on.

She smiled to herself at the dream she was having before she woke up to the pleasant sensation of her husband knocking at her pussy door. In the dream, she was being fucked by a masked man, as she lovingly welcomed his strong, long cock into her pussy. She was offering her nipples to his eager mouth as she achingly arranged her loins against his for the latter's pressure. The dream was such a high voltaged fuel vehicle for her that she repented when she woke up. She thought the dream was real. She hoped that the treatment of her cunt at the hands of her lover's cock would continue but she was brought out of her trance.

When she looked at her husband's head at her womanhood, she was slightly disappointed. It was a reflex, when she compared her husband's physique to her lover's in the dream. But she composed herself in the minute. She chastised herself for thinking of Ramesh in such a poor light. He was her husband, the love of her life. The thought itself made all the physical urges vanish in a moment and she revelled in the pleasure of her husband's tongue against her folds.

She liked the way he treated her cunt like a machine to be played. And she had to admit that her cunt was a machine to be played. It played well even at the thought of good long and strong cocks. It got excited even when she thought of Ranjith's cock. The cock that treated her cunt with a harsh force sure looked like her lover's. She missed the way his cock head touched her deep insides. She was equally pleasured by her husband's tongue and by the thoughts of her lover's cock as she moaned.

Ramesh carried his onslaught on the little member of his wife's dainty pussy. He lightly bit it as she cried out a bit. He licked her pussy lips as she shivered in delight. Ramesh raised her nightgown over her bosoms as he played with her tits, pinching and kneading her breasts. Sukanya just welcomed the torture her husband was imposing on her body. She could take a lot more she thought, if the pain had that nerve wrenching orgasm. 

Ramesh too generally got off his rocks by just thrusting his cock into her, but now, he wanted to give her pleasure on her special day. He bathed her cunt with his tongue and Sukanya writhed on her bed in pure happiness under his tongue. The longer the onslaught went, the happier she became. It was nearly fifteen minutes, when she noticed her husband was going in for the kill. He see-sawed two of his fingers into her cunt, as he caressed her clit with the strong force of his tongue. The orgasm, which was one of the best, Ramesh gave her, came down upon her like a flood and she had a long seizure of nerve racking pleasure with it. She moaned and moaned heedless of her kids waking up. She gave her guttural, raw cries of sensuous nature as Ramesh's prick vibrated with just the voice of his wife. Her voice was very soft and her erotic moans were more sensuous. She climbed off her high state in the next ten minutes as he watched his beautiful wife nude in glory and radiating a force of her strong sexual aura. He could only worship at her feet.

She pulled her husband for a kiss.

'Thank you, honey.'

'You are welcome, baby. And wish you a very happy birthday.'

She wasn't aware that it was her birthday. She smiled as the knowledge slowly dawned upon her.

'You remember?'

'How could I ever forget?'

She kissed him strongly as they frenched for a while.

'How was the birthday present?'

She smiled. 'I liked it. It made me wish I daily had a birthday to celebrate.'

Though she said it in an offhand manner, Ramesh understood something from her sentence. She liked it very much, that was plain. She was wishing for more, which means she was getting less from her husband in the bedroom department. The thought made him worry. Was she craving for sex? The way she was sleeping in a dreamlike state made him think if her hormones were really playing with her body. He was visibly shaken, but he tried to cover up with his smile. He didn't want to investigate her in the matter, as he would newly start an issue which he hoped wouldn't be there.

Sukanya smiled at him ignorant of the turmoil he was having inside his head.

'I love you, Ramesh,' she hugged him.

The words placated Ramesh a lot. Yes, their love was going to win over their problems.

He said, 'what do you want to do, today, honey? Anything special you wish me to plan?'

Though Ramesh said those words, Sukanya knew that they were said with no conviction. It was not that she thought Ramesh was being evasive regarding that day. She knew his compulsions. She knew how desperate he was to get the payment for their new apartment to get settled. He didn't even want a single day of business to escape as he felt that he would be failing in his mission to secure their future. She really felt for him as she pondered how much he was doing for the family. And along with that, she felt no attraction for her birthdays to be celebrated in a lavish fashion.

'No, absolutely not, you carry on with your work, honey. I have got to go to office too. There is a lot of work to be done.'

Ramesh smiled at his wife's understanding. But he frankly said, 'and you will be returning home early. I will be too, probably by eight and we will go to dinner at your favourite restaurant.'

'Is that necessary, Ramesh?' she asked him. She didn't want for their expenses to go over their planned limit.

'Yes, it is absolutely necessary.'

Her mobile rang as she picked it up.

'Oh, hi Vanaja. Thank you. Thanks for remembering,' she said softly into the phone. 'Yeah, we will go together today. Fine, pick me up at home. I will be late, but it's okay.'

Ramesh smiled at her. 'Lucky you, Suku, you still have friends, who remember your birthday.'

'She is the only one, honey. I can sleep some more, I think. I will be an hour late, as she is picking me up at nine thirty.'

'She is still working at that textiles mill.'

'Yeah,' Sukanya said, 'she is promoted as the manager, so, I think she won't leave it anytime soon in the future.'

'Alright, you rest, honey. I will cook breakfast today.'

Sukanya smiled at him. She liked when Ramesh cooked. He was a wonderful cook. Though she did the kitchen work mostly, when she was busy, he overtook the task and her children reaped the benefits. She pulled his leg often that he would do better as a chef in a road side eatery rather than as a business man.

She watched her husband leave their bedroom as she slid into the covers. Soon, a bewitching sensation of sensuousness crawled over her as the dream again suffused her brain with very explicit images. She pinched her nipples and moaned. She was really becoming horny for nothing, these days.

'Oh, these hormones, these hormones,' she sighed.

When she woke up at seven thirty and went into the hall, she noticed her daughter and son almost ready to leave for their college and school respectively.

Lavi hugged her as she said, 'happy birthday, mom.'

'Thanks, sweetie.' She hugged her back.

Her son was the next person. He was already taller than her, around five ten. She hugged him proudly.

'Many happy returns of the day, mom.'

'Thanks, Keertan darling'. She gushed over her boy, 'you are my best baby.'

Keertan hugged her back and teased his daughter, 'don't let Lavi hear you. She will seethe in jealousy for a week.'

Lavi responded, 'I am not a child like you, you idiot. I am not the one who watches cartoons.'

'And I am not the one, who ...'

'Alright, my dear little ones, stop it. I like both of you bickering as usual over each other. But give it a rest, once in a while.' Sukanya told them in a very motherly fashion.

Lavi brought her a package, 'look, mom, what dad bought you for a gift?'

Sukanya was alarmed at the package. It looked like a sari on her first guess and when she extracted the material from all the wrappings, she was right. She was alarmed regarding the cost of the cloth. It looked really precious. She didn't want Ramesh to spend money over her, when he could do something useful with it.

Just then Ramesh came out of the kitchen, 'alright, Lavi, Keertan, take your seats. I know you will love these chapathis.'

Both the children cried in delight and sat at the dinner table plucking chapathis from the plate as Sukanya took her husband aside.

'Ramesh, what is this? Why did you buy it?'

'It is a gift, honey. Don't you like it?'

She scolded herself for not even thanking him. 'No, no, nothing like that. It is great, wonderful, one of the best saris I had seen, but it looks costly. How much is it?'

'Leave it, Sukanya, I don't buy these daily, do I? Just wear it for today either now or at dinner or whenever you like. I don't mind.'

Sukanya shook her head. She didn't want to make the mood bad with her words as she nodded. She kissed him on the lips and said, 'thank you, honey.'

She felt a strong surge of love for her husband. He was being the right man but she wasn't. She was being slave to her urges. She didn't know what to do. Their children left early and Ramesh followed them. By eight thirty, she was alone. She started preparing herself for the day. 

When the calling bell struck at nine, she had already showered. She wasn't surprised to see her lover when she opened the door.

Ranjith smiled at her as he walked in closing the door behind him. He could see the lust in Sukanya's eyes as she stared at him back with desire.

But he was astounded at how the sexy, innocent housewife was dressed. She was dressed like a teenager in contrast to the thirty nine year old MILF she had turned today. And she was very convincing in her new avatar. She had fashioned her hair into two plaits, each thick one touching the upper slopes of her breasts.

Her delicate features on her face were highlighted by the perfect make up she had applied. Her black, almond shaped large eyes were bedecked in the right amount of kohl, which made them bewitching. Her long slender neck was almost bare, which was a perfect foil to her feminine bounce of her motherly boobs.

She wore her daughter's t shirt, which was a little small for her. Though it was tight and highlighted the fact that her tits didn't have any support of the bra, which was evident by her dented nipples on the black and white striped cotton cloth, what interested Ranjith was that the underside of her breasts were slightly visible by the tight confines of the undersized garment. This was the fact, which made his cock tighten with fascination.

Her hips were narrow and delicate and bare, which flared into her womanly hips. It was a skirt, which covered her womanly charms, which moulded against her feminine basin of womanhood. Though the skirt started a few inches above her pubis and came a few inches above her knees, he couldn't overlook the tight, shapely thighs of the mother of two. Her legs were shapely and long and she wore her high heels finishing her wonderful, yet slutty attire.

As she stood in the hall of her home stating in bodily language that she was waiting to be mated, Ranjith smiled at her nonchalantly. But he knew which aspect of her attracted him the most that day. 

She was playing with the large circles of sliver earrings, as she teased him with her eyes, smiling saucily. In shame she bit her red tongue, whose tip peaked out of her wonderful mouth and which was occasionally touching her reddish lip stick laden lips. If this was not the primitive call of the sex to the opposite, he didn't know what was. He knew for sure that Sukanya was panty-less beneath her attire. She was all for him to take.

'So, these are the ear rings, which you bought for your daughter?'

Sukanya nodded. She was too much in lust to talk and think properly. She knew her lover was going to probe her insides, not only physically but also mentally.

'You called me that day because these ear rings reminded you of me.'

'Yes,' she softly replied. It was so sensual accepting her guilty pleasures to her lover.

'I remember once telling you that they will look smashing on you. And I was wrong. You are more beautiful than I imagined you in these that day.'

She shivered at his compliments.

'So, you are waiting to get fucked by daddy?'

She moaned at his words.

'No, my dear busty babe. You have mouth not only to suck my cock, but also to speak. So, say.'

'Yes!' she shivered in delight.

'Yes what?'

She knew he was going to make it tough for her and that's what she liked the most about it.

'Yes, I am waiting for it.'

'Not a convincing sentence. But let me pass that for now. You have prepared wonderfully, didn't you. Is that all for me?'

She was fast in her reply as though she was almost begging for it.

'Yes,...'

'I have seen your challenge. Now, you too should witness my challenge. Or my reply for that matter.'

Ranjith started circling her as he witnessed her stupendous beauty. He admired her wonderful ass, which was generous and sumptuous at the same time. He patted her ass as though an owner thumps on his mare's rump. She was feeling chills with his stares. He never bored her. He was her best cure for the itch, the itch in her loins. Ranjith was really surprised by the transformation of the sexy wife for his pleasure. She was doing everything to make him happy, to make him approve of her, to make him desire her more. And she certainly wasn't failing.

He stood before her and said, 'and my dear babe, this is my reply to you.'

He unbuckled his pants and dropped them along with his shorts. There he stood baring his strong weapon for her eyes. And Sukanya was speechless. The long acquainted friend of hers was dangling with pride and she felt he had every right to be. The sight of the heavy sized and nine inched cock of Ranjith's never disappointed her. Her naughty smile, which was there till now, vanished, replaced by her lusty, longing stare at his cock.

She recalled her dream and she couldn't make an excuse that this wasn't the cock she saw in her dream. It was this cock which speared her insides as she welcomed the pain with open legs and with the sensuous, eager dance of her loins. She would do it anytime. The cock surely deserved that treatment. She salivated in anticipation how she could treat the prick with her wonderful mouth.

Ranjith looked at her lost eyes and his smile broadened. His chest puffed out that he was the real mate, whom the world had selected for her, she had selected for herself. She thought she could lure him with her bewitching beauty but now the plate was turned upside down. She was in his total control.

'Now, my dear slut, do you like what you see?'

'Yes...' she hissed softly.

'Have you dreamt about it?'

The sudden quirking of her head and looking into his eyes as though he saw right through her, made him understand that indeed she dreamt about it. 




Of Lambs and Hunters Ch. 04



'My dear beautiful bitch, you have really dreamt about it, didn't you?'

She bent her head down in shame, but she nodded. She couldn't deny what she felt. She shivered how she was being taken under his control. The thought of her husband didn't even linger in her mind. Only hormones raged in her body and controlled her cunt, breasts and her brains.

'Come here, baby.' He ordered smoothly, as she walked towards him.

'I want you to show daddy if your cunt is bare as daddy hopes it is.'

She smiled through her lusty moans and she nodded before holding her skirt and slowly raising it above her hips. When he looked at the full picture of her clean shaven pussy, ensconced between her well shaped thighs, he exhaled a deep sigh of raged sexual feeling. He took her narrow hips into her hands and pulled her into his arms as he kissed her deeply.

Sukanya responded with fair share of her feeling as she clutched his head in her hands and kissed him back with all her might. She recalled her kiss with her husband and noticed the difference. While the kiss with Ramesh was a polite nod to their deep love, her kiss with Ranjith made her submit her bodily cravings to the man, who really owned her body. He owned her cunt, her boobs, her waist, her nipples and even her thoughts. He may ask her to have sex at any public place and probably, she would jump at it. That's how he had captivated her.

'When did you dream of my cock?' he asked her as he detached from her mouth with a string of spit still hanging.

She replied, 'just this night.'

'What was it doing?'

'Oh, Ranjith, I dreamt it was fucking me. I dreamt it was making me want more of the sex, which my slutty body craves for.'

They kissed each other again. Sukanya thought why she couldn't be with this man? Why wasn't she free daily to get her needs satisfied by Ranjith? Why wasn't there some sort of arrangement to quench her desires?

'I like your attire, honey. I especially like these ear rings.'

He turned her away from him still hugging and spooning with her wonderful buttocks. He kissed her neck as she squirmed with delight.

'Happy birthday, honey.'

'Thank you so much, Ranjith. I am really thankful for you coming all the way for this sole purpose.'

He slightly grazed his rough fingers along the underside of her breasts, which were peeking from the confines of the t shirt.

'Don't be so cocky, bitch. Who said I came for a filthy slut like you? I came for an errand in the city.'

He carried on kissing her long, sensuous neck as he said that. She replied, 'oh, I am sorry. I just thought...'

He smiled at her and said, 'I am kidding, babe. I came for you. I don't have any work.'

She smiled at him with happiness on hearing that. 'You really pull my leg.'

'What I really want is pulling these delightful nipples.'

He pulled her t shirt up underside her neck as he bared her wonderful, full breasts. As he turned her, she could see in the hall-mirror how he started massaging her boobs as her eyes batted with lust.

She moaned, 'this is the best birthday ever, probably.'

'The day isn't over, my dear slut, don't forget that. You have a cock still to fuck.'

She was lost in another world with his cock smothered against the cushions of her ass and his rough hands playing with her eager breasts. She couldn't be this submissive to anyone. She put her hands on his as though encouraging him to pull on her nipples.

'You have the best body, I have ever sampled, honey.'

'Oh, Ranjith, I like your hands on my boobs. I love when they play with my tits.'

'So, baby loves daddy's hands.'

'Hmm'

'I am Vanaja, is it?'

She smiled through her erotic haze, 'that was the first name that came up in my mind.'

'Hhmm, good thinking, anyway. You dressed up really beautiful. Couldn't recognize you on the first look.'

She smiled at his compliment. She winced as his fingers harshly pinched her pink nipples. She liked this treatment of his. She liked how he played with the raw passions coursing through her body. He knew how lusty and hungry she was for more sex and he pressed on that point of hers.

She moaned at the nuzzling of the neck he was doing along with the subtle movements of his hips.

'Do you want me to cancel out going to the office?' she asked him.

'No, don't do it on my part. I don't want your work to suffer.'

She was slightly disappointed he didn't want to spend some time with her. But she was content that he had promised he would fuck her.

'So, what are the plans for the day, my little bitch?'

'Ramesh wants to take me and the family to dinner at my favourite restaurant. Unnnnggggggg...' she screamed at his nail roughly grazing on her teat.

'And then probably we will watch a movie and come back.'

Ranjith liked how her voice was sounding so husky and so feminine. 'Hmm, so what about the vacation? Did you plan some excuse for our vacation?'

She turned towards him as both of them kissed.

'You know how much I like to spend some time with you, but it is not easy.'

'Don't worry your little head, slut. All you need to worry about is sucking and fucking me. Come, let's go inside. Let me fuck you in the bed where you and your husband sleep.'

She led him to their bedroom as he lay on it and said, 'could you do some striptease for me, my dear slut?'

She giggled. 'I can't dance.'

'Sure, you can. You are dressed up for it.' He noticed a CD audio player nearby and after searching through some CDs, started playing an item number.

'I think it suits your purpose. I like the woofer system. It is mood evolving. Come my dear busty babe, daddy wants to see you shake your ass and tits.'

The way he talked with her always excited her. Probably that was what made her shimmy her hips and started making some small steps. Seeing his excited face with her dance, got her into the mood as she started getting more serious with her moves. She danced when she was a teenager, but that was a long time ago. She danced even in her school anniversaries too. But this was a different type of dance. It was a classical bit, but this required some sensuous moves from her and slowly as her routine proceeded, she came to know that she was better at this erotic waltz.

Ranjith clapped and whistled watching her move. She was making bedroom eyes at him. He couldn't believe that this innocent housewife was dressed up like a slut and dancing for him. The way she moved, her main intention looked like she wanted him to enjoy himself. She wanted him to admire her and be in thrall of her. When the song ended, he lined up another item song, which was more boisterous and which extracted some of the best sensuous dance skills from her.

'Take off your clothes, honey. Daddy wants his bitch to dance naked for him.'

The words took effect on her as she slowly detached her skirt which had a side clasp. She removed it wholly as she was dressed up only in her t shirt, high heels and her giant circlets of steel ear rings. Ranjith was in awe, in the way she dressed with her naked cunt displayed for his eyes. She made suggestive movements with her hips as the song's beat came up. He was feeling restless with the bitch's behaviour. 

But the restlessness was ten fold in the horny housewife. Sukanya was already horny like hell, but when she saw that sexual hunger in her lover's eyes and the attraction, Ranjith had in his body language, she was well over the top in her excitement. There were mini orgasms already prodding her cunt with these feelings. Ranjith excused for a few seconds into the hall and came back clapping.

She made bedroom eyes at him as she sat on the ground on her heels spreading her thighs like a baseball keeper displaying her naked, well manicured cunt for him. Ranjith was almost breathless with her acts. She stood up again gyrating her hips and licking her lips with her sensuous tongue. Ranjith slapped her sumptuous ass once in a while as she shook with small orgasms. She at last took the underside of her t shirt and started rolling it up baring her nipples and the whole boobs. She tucked the t shirt under her neck as she displayed her voluptuous assets. The C cupped tits on her wonderful thin frame couldn't have agitated his cock more. This bitch belonged in brothels before a pack of horny young men, while she was clad as an innocent housewife in a quaint suburb, he thought.

She kept her t shirt like that tucked under her neck, as she made sexy eyes at him licking her pink lips and massaging her breasts, pinching her own nipples as Ranjith looked at her.

'Take off that t shirt, slut.'

And she did as he demanded. She was fully naked before him. Sukanya, the housewife, who the neighbourhood looked up at her so simple and innocent nature was a slut under his thumb.

As the song ended, Ranjith pulled her on the bed and lay her on her back as he sucked her nipples and frigged her womanly folds harshly with his unruly fingers. Sukanya panted with joy. This was the moment she was looking for, on the bed with her lover.  

'You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, Sukanya.'

'Oh, thanks, Ranjith...unhhhhggggg...'

He took of his trousers and underwear as he lined his cock against her cunt. His organ started to frig her folds. Sukanya cried with pleasure as her dream cock touched her folds. It was a monster cock with a mushroom head. It was a battering ram to her door of a cunt. And she wanted him to plough her. 

Without warning or nothing, he heaved his heavy cock into her cunt as she emitted a high pitched cry. Though she had been fucked with this cock a lot of times, she couldn't overcome the effect it had on her every time they did it. He fucked her as she orgasmed like a bitch in heat. She just convulsed with his force of his manhood against her accepting cunt. The way his cock rubbed against her clit just added to her pinnacle of pleasure.

'Fuck me, fuck me, please.' She cried at his force, as he smiled at her subservience. Second orgasm started in her just at the tail of the first, which lasted for five minutes. But Ranjith took his cock out as Sukanya cried in disappointment.

He lay on his back and pulled her for a kiss as she kissed him back and ground her groin against his. He pinched her hips and massaged her boobs for a while, before dragging her head back with her hair and ordered, 'it's time for you to suck my cock, my filthy slut.'

Sukanya was all for it as she took his cock into her eager mouth slurping all over her precious implement. She lauded on her favourite cock by bathing it's every nook and crevice with her saliva and paying her respects by kissing all along the length. She sucked all along the length as Ranjith moaned with pleasure. She was really good at giving blowjobs. She took the cock in her dainty hand looking at with a lusty look as though she had longed for it since a long time and was getting her wish served.

She jacked his cock and drank all the pre-cum that was seeping out of his pee-hole. She cleaned the peephole with such earnestness that Ranjith could only smile.

'Having a good time with my cock, slut?'

'Yes, baby. I love your cock.'

'It loves you too, hope you know that.'

'I am very thankful for that.'

'Did you really dream about it?'

'Yes.'

'Fucking with it?'

'Yes'

'Do you want your wish to come true?'

'Yesssssss!!'

There was no doubt on her part as she said that.

'Good for you, then. I am going to fuck you where you generally get fucked by your husband.'

'Oh please.'

Ranjith liked the way she said please. He took her into his arms kissing her as she aligned his cock along her cunt and started ramming her. This was a relaxed fuck as he spent some time with his bitch. The long fuck stated to her that she was his anytime he wished. As both of them looked deeply into their eyes, Sukanya understood that she was mad about him and his cock and she would serve him anytime, he asked her to. She moved her hips in tandem with his as he probed her insides where her husband had never even touched her. He fucked her long and hard as she enjoyed his rough treatment of hers. He would occasionally halt his rhythm to suck her wonderful breasts and kiss her neck.

He scolded her with demeaning words as she oozed from her pussy, making their coupling more satisfactory.

Time ran fast as she realized they have been at it for the last twenty minutes. She was amazed at the lasting power of her lover. She just wanted to extract as much as she can from him. She noticed how controlled he was as he fucked in their missionary position. But at last he started to go the kill as he harshly started churning her hips with his hips, as he came strongly. This was his best orgasm after the one at the hotel. He blew a large load into her cunt as the excess oozed out.

Sukanya accepted his cuss words, his hips beating, his biting on her nipples and neck and his harsh treatment with her body. She came strongly as he started thumping her strongly urging out the orgasm from her. She had a strong rip-roaring orgasm with her treatment of her. She couldn't think of a birthday gift better than this. 

After the storm, they lay on that fashion for a few minutes. Sukanya passed out for a few seconds before she came around. When the heat settled, both of them lay on the bed with her on his side as both of them wordlessly kissed for many long minutes.

He looked at her afterwards and said, 'every time I meet you, I never get disappointed with you. You are really a great fuck, honey.'

She looked at him slyly and said, 'thanks, daddy.'

This was the first time she referred to him as daddy and she said it with no orgasm or excitement on her mind. It was really something.

'Oh, then I am your daddy, then.'

'Yeah, probably. You mentioned it many times.'

He liked her innocent smile with her giant silver ear rings and kissed on her lips. She got up from her bed and went to other room and when she came back, she was dressed up in sari like the usual housewife she was. Gone were her two plaits of her hair. It was loose now.

He sighed, 'back to housewife mode, then.'

She said, 'well, you didn't want to interrupt my office work. Why, do you want to spend more time with me, daddy?'

Her voice was husky and inviting. She was really tempting him. She wanted him to say yes, so that she could grant him his wish and therby her wish.

He shook his head, 'no, babe. I don't want you to disturb your routine.'

Sukanya was really disturbed and disappointed with his denial. She would have plucked her dress off in an instant to fuck him again. But she couldn't beg. She couldn't do that.

'Anyway, honey, I brought you something.'

She was again alarmed, 'don't tell me it is a gift.'

And she was right. She didn't notice his hands when he came in the house. She was more focussed on her fuck. And when he took a few seconds' break during her dance, she again didn't play close attention to him, all the while trying to impress him.

She noted a hard paper cover, which was shaped like a medium sized bag. When she saw the writing of a jewellery company's logo, her heart missed a beat.

She took a large jewellery case from inside the bag.

'Why did you bring this, Ranjith?'

'It's a small gift, honey.'

'I can't accept it, Ranjith.'

'Sure, you will. First see what is inside.'

She unclasped the small metallic clasp and opened the case. She was astounded to note a diamond studded necklace. It was surely priceless, she knew of it. Along with it there was also a set of ear rings, a golden brooch, a bracelet and set of bangles. She estimated that she could buy two apartments with the contents of the case.

'I can't accept it, Ranjith. I am sorry, but I can't. This is something I don't like to happen between us.'

'What's wrong, baby? It is just a gift.'

'If it was just a small ring, it's okay with me. But why did you buy all this? It is very expensive. I know that. Don't deny.'

'Look, Sukanya, price doesn't matter. What matters is the feeling with which it was bought. I like you to have it.'

She shook her head; Ranjith drew her onto the bed. He dragged her loose strongly in his hand as she winced in pain.

'Are you my bitch?'

'Yes, I am, but...'

'Are you the fucking slut, who would like to spend her life sucking my cock.'

'Yes...'

'Do you wish me continue fucking you, you filthy whore.'

'God! Yes!'

'Then you are going to accept them. You think that taking these gifts will make our friendship dirty. Probably you are right, I am giving these to you as a king gives prize to his whores. You are my whore, right?'

'Yes, I am' she looked into her eyes and with pure conviction said those words.

'Then you are going to take them.' She looked at him with a look of pure love. She looked at him, with a feeling, which a man hopes a woman would look at him and desire him. But Sukanya was a very delicate creature. She put relations before wealth. She loved him as much as a company rather than as a good fuck.

She nodded and accepted. 'I think I will get prepared for the office.'

'Sure' he released her, as she went back to the adjoining bedroom.

It was nearly twenty minutes, when she came back. But Ranjith wasn't prepared for what he was about to see. She had made her hair into a single, long, traditional plait, which was hanging over her right shoulder between her breasts. She had not a single stitch of clothing on her, but was wearing the jewellery he had gifted her. When she threw her plait back, he noticed the diamond necklace covering all of her neck. The diamonds were shining along with her pink nipples. He could see that she had applied a light smear of lipstick on her nipples too.

The bangles, bracelet, ear rings were all resplendent in their glory. Her head was bent down in submission and in shame. Her legs ensconced her glistening pussy, which couldn't help but leak on her thighs. Sukanya was happy when she noticed her nude lover's cock had bulged to its previous size.

She said in her small soft voice, 'your courtesan, my dear king, at your service.'

Ranjith got up from his bed and took her in his arms. He tilted her head up looking into her beautiful, innocent eyes. He pecked on her lips. He felt the moment was heart rending and very tender. Both of them kissed a while. He took one of her thigh and pulled it up. He put his cock head at the opened cunt opening as he noticed the subtle movements of her hips encouraging him to go on further. He rubbed her cunt with his prick a few more times, as he noticed a fresh trickle of her cunt's moisture on his organ.

Sukanya was very happy as this was the image she had seen in her dream before night. It was in this position that her masked lover speared her. She was eager to get fucked again.

'No, baby, I am not going to fuck you again. I want you to be in this happy state throughout the whole day, like a bitch excited and panting for sex. This is my gift to you on this day.'

Sukanya kissed him as she felt love for him weeping in her heart. She pressed her eager breasts onto his chest as he massaged the skin on her hips.

Fifteen minutes later, both of them were dressed up. Ranjith dropped her at her office in his hired car at eleven.