3 comments/  70948 views/  14 favorites

Comfort Zone Ch. 01

By: nkuravan73



Comfort Zone 1: Help from Mala's friend

Hi,

This erotic story is about a 24 year old woman Devaki from Chennai, married with a two year old son. Her husband Kumar a rich businessman is 6 years her senior and after three years of marriage his libido is not what it was three years ago. Love making had become once a week routine tension release for him and no more. This had left Devaki highly frustrated sexually, many a night. 

Till she got married Devaki was living in Coimbatore. Her best friend Mala is still at Coimbatore and single. Not only were they great friends, both their families were also close. Mala's father Venkat and mother Kalyani were a handsome couple and very outgoing. Venkat was a strapping man and still is. Their house was like a second home to Devaki. 

Tragedy stuck couple of months ago in the form of Mala's mother Kalyani's death due to prolonged illness. Devaki rushed to Coimbatore to be with Mala and her dad to comfort them in this hour of need. Though Mala got reconciled to her mother's demise, her dad was still in deep mourning. 

After two weeks, Devaki returned to Chennai to be with her husband and son. However she got a frantic call from Mala that her dad was still depressed and has become a sort of a recluse and that she was very worried. She desperately wanted Devaki to come to Coimbatore and stay with them for a while and comfort her dad specifically. 

Devaki explained this to her husband and after leaving her son in her parent's care at Chennai, flew to Coimbatore to be with Mala and her dad. She could never have imagined that this trip would turn her sex life topsy- turvy. Mala picked her up from the airport and after reaching Mala's house had a leisurely bath and breakfast. Uncle Venkat was in his room on the first floor. Mala asked Devaki to go and say hello to him. Devaki went up the stairs and tip-toed into his room to surprise him. It was she who was surprised. 

Devaki watched in fascination. No doubt, Venkat Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking in what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed father of her dear friend Mala was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short thrusts, a rhythm she was familiar with for all the times she had masturbated her own husband Kumar to orgasm. That was how she managed Kumar, when she needed to and it never took Kumar too long to come. But Venkat Uncle seemed to go on for quite a bit. His hand was clearly under his dhoti (Indian male attire from waist down) and every now and then, his tall broad frame shuddered. He paused as he relished that wave of pleasure and then gave himself a few more long strokes. As he leaned forward and sometimes back, he turned a bit which gave her a glimpse of his hand on his cock. The cock head was jutting well beyond his clenched fist.

Devaki felt her throat catch from excitement. She felt a release of fluid between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably. Uncle was now hunched over. Hard strokes with the hand flying over the pillar of flesh he caressed lovingly. Then after a few short ones his head was thrown back and she heard the groan of satisfaction in the release and frustration of being lonely. For several seconds, he shuddered and spasmed as he ejaculated and Devaki watched in fascination as his body jerked. As the elderly man thrust, jerked and slowed down, she heard him exhale with a long and deep sigh of satisfaction, then a shudder and a stifled moan. 

She stepped back into the shadows, her feelings a mixture of embarrassment, sympathy, excitement and illicit thrill. She ought to have knocked or cleared her throat she thought. She glided down the stairs as silently as she could carrying with her the coffee she had brought for him. The first floor was his lair and his preserve.

She came down to the kitchen and Mala asked her, "Why didn't you give him the coffee?" 

"He was in the bathroom," whispered Devaki and stared out of the window. She shivered involuntarily at the thought of the cock she had seen him wield and lust raged through her body when she thought of how different it looked from what she had seen and experienced of her own husband Kumar. And then she remembered the school girl stories Mala and she had exchanged years earlier when Mala told her of the raucous noises from her parents room all those year ago.

Mala had got up in the middle of the night to get some water and she had heard loud moaning noises and some slapping sounds. When she peeked through the door which was ajar she had seen her mother sitting astride her father. Uncle had been slapping Auntie's sumptuous ass. Her sari (Indian woman's attire) had been pulled aside in the typical fashion that Indian's make love: not quite undressing but pulling aside clothes and raising skirts to accommodate the male. Her breasts were squeezed out under her blouse and bra and Uncle had been nipping at the flesh. 

Auntie was screaming, "Yes!"Bite me! Maul me! Take me!" begging to be fucked hard. When Mala had shared this story with Devaki they had giggled with the usual thrill that school girls have for discussing all things sexual. Now that memory came back to tell Devaki the unstated story of Uncle's continuing sexual needs and how the absence of aunt was causing him to be the way she had seen him now. The rich wetness between her legs scared her. 

"You take the coffee to him," she whispered to Mala and went to her room to lie down for a while. As she lay back and closed her eyes she imagined uncle looming over her and she opened her eyes with a start. She smiled a little to herself and closed her eyes again. And again imagined him come over her and sink his animal size cock into her cunt. Involuntarily her legs spread and she squirmed, wondering if she would be able to take the pillar in one stroke. She caressed her lower belly, allowing herself the naughty indulgence of a very private pleasure. She rubbed herself, sighed, turned over and slipped into a long mid morning nap.

Later in the afternoon Mala and Devaki got into the kitchen to make coffee. Devaki placed the cup on a tray and got the midday paper and slowly walked up the stairs. There lay uncle sprawled on his easy chair, reading a newspaper. He didn't see her coming. And she didn't have any warning of what she was going to see as she came from behind him and looked over his shoulder. Her eyes latched on to the tent in Uncle's dhoti. Since the cloth was tented, it revealed the side of his cock. 

Devaki stood transfixed. She saw the bulge twitch from the involuntary effects of a prolonged state of arousal. She quietly set down the tray and moved closer to her friend's father. With one of her hands, she lightly covered his mouth to let him know that he was not expected to say anything or stop her. The other hand slipped through the gap in the dhoti and her small hand closed around the raging cock. His eyes opened wide in shock. Her throat went dry as she surveyed the dimensions of the tool in her hand. Her fingers softly felt the skin, her thumb reached up as she held him the way one would hold a joystick of a videogame. Her thumb moved over the head and her fingers traced the line back down to the base of his cock.

Her other hand now moved from covering his mouth to the back of his head and her fingers gripped his hair. Her hands slowly slid up and down the cock and with each move the paper rustled. The rustling followed a pattern as Devaki's hand fell into a rhythm on his cock. The man groaned. 

"Magale!" he said pleadingly, referring to her in Tamil as daughter for that is how he had addressed her for years now. 

"Ssshhh, appa!" she whispered (Father in Tamil). "You know you need this. And then, have I not come here to help both of you overcome what you have been through?" in a kind, soft tone.

The man groaned in protest and threw his head back. Devaki continued to slide her hand up and down the pillar of flesh. First she gave his cock long strokes and then a quick jerk. Then again she went back to long strokes followed by two quick thrusts. She kept her head down and eyes lowered. 

It was an act of kindness and she didn't want to acknowledge Uncle, or that she was masturbating her friend's father. Venkat Uncle's hands were gripping the chair and as his hips thrust upward his legs stretched out under him, and pleasure shot down his legs all the way to his toes. Devaki lovingly brought her other hand to the cock and changed hands now as her other hand needed rest. She remembered Mala's narration of how long her dad could fuck and also the morning incident that she had witnessed. Her right hand now took charge while with the left hand she caressed the underside of his balls. Pre-cum oozed over her fingers as the elderly man started to juice up.

She opened her fist to take in the fluid and used it to lubricate and continue the stroking. The wetness drove Venkat crazy. He hissed, his face contorted in ecstasy as his daughter's friend, this sexy young woman, pleasured him beyond his imagination.

His hands stretched and he surprised Devaki by slipping it under her blouse, a task made easy by the fact that she was leaning and the top was easily accessible. She gasped as she felt his large rough fingers touch her torso just below her breast. The old man felt her breast through the lacy fabric of the bra. It was just a cup bra covering half her breast and he quickly folded down the lace edge to feel her nipple. She shuddered, her hands gripping the cock harder. She needed this to end soon, before Mala walked in. She couldn't stop Venkat Uncle from touching her after having made the first move. Venkat's body was wracked with pleasure which was enhanced from the softness of her breast which he was now caressing furiously.

Venkat was half sitting up from his previously reclining position in that chair. Her thumb moved over the head again and again. As he shuddered her mind quickly drew a map of his cock head and zoomed in on the most sensitive zone. She leaned forward and quickly focused on stroking him hard and furiously on that side of his cock, making sure her thumb ran over the head as she stroked downward. Her head was leaning forward over him. Her blouse top gave him enough of a view of her soft breasts now jiggling with the effort of her stroking his cock. 

His hand changed orientation and he put his palm on her stomach with his fingers pointing downward. She gasped. She stopped stroking him for a moment to control herself. His fingers slid into the top of her skirt and past her pantie. He stroked the furry patch of hair down there, and felt the heat and dampness as his fingers discovered her pussy. He just covered the whole pussy palming her and letting his fingers caress rather than invade. 

Yes, his world was centered round the waves of pleasure emanating from within him as her silken fingers firmly yet gently moved up and down his pulsating cock. But he was not able to shrug off the thought of what he was feeling with his daughter's friend. The smallness of her fist, that she was in every way smaller than him, lot younger, a different generation, prevented him from letting his fingers push apart her pussy lips that were so clearly soaked and aching for satiation. 

She shuddered and her hands moved over his cock faster. Her hair fell forward, making a gentle screen between his lust laden gaze and her head, just over his cock. He had no way of knowing how close she was with her luscious lips over the head of his cock. His hand rested on her head as he gently and suggestively pressed her to lower her head. She resisted taking him in her mouth though a drop of saliva from her wet mouth somehow dripped on to the cock in her fist. She sucked in her breath and continued to masturbate him faster and more furiously. 

Uncle Venkat groaned loudly and closed his eyes. His legs were stretched as far as they would go and his toes were extended. His hips started to jerk and thrust violently. But what took him over the cliff was her hand which she brought up to his chest and started stroking the hair softly. Her hands were on him everywhere. He felt the cum surging up from his insides, boiling to the surface with an intensity not felt before. His knuckles went white as he gripped the arm rests. 

Devaki watched in fascination as the man under her hands twisted, turned and thrust himself. She could not close her wet open lips above his cock. Yet, something in her wouldn't allow her to move back either. She remained, tantalizingly close, her lips mimicking the act of taking him in her mouth and her mind reminding her of who she was with. 

Uncle Venkat screamed as he shook, "Devakiiiiiii! yes! Yes! Faster, faster, yes there. Oh how do you know my body, how do you know what I want. Take me there, yes, now! Oh its been so long...."

Both Venkat and Devaki froze when they heard Mala at the foot of the stairs. 

"What's going on up there? appa? Devaki?" she called out. 

Devaki opened her mouth to reply and found her throat choked. She cleared her throat. "I am here, just helping Uncle with some clearing up," she called out. 

"But there were some noises I thought?" asked Mala. 

"Oh yes!" answered Devaki as her hands slid down the cock. "He is," she continued, sliding her hands up, "instructing me." 

Her hands now stayed around the head and she rapidly jiggled the cock head between her network of fingers,"telling me what to put where." 

"I will send her down now, dear" called out Venkat to his daughter. 

His hands clutched at Devaki's back, her breast, trying to pull her closer. He was roughly trying to probe her but proving inefficient in the heat of the moment. 

She pulled the skin back and allowed the cock head to swell, surge and jut out angry, proud, provoked -- whichever. And then one slide all the way up and back again, and again, and again. And when she slid her hand down, this time a long thick rope of cum jetted out. It streamed towards her face and fell back uselessly onto his garment, flowing over her hand. Then again came a huge surge and another dollop of his cum. Then some shorter spurts as she urged him to empty himself. 

"Oh! Yes uncle. Cum. Cum as much as you want. I am here to help you release!" she whispered. 

Copious amounts of fluid, now not in jerking and shooting surges, but in an overflowing abundance flowed over her fist, covering her hands. She still held him. Her hand now replaced the stroking up and down with tightening and loosening- a squeezing effect, milking him as it were. 

Venkat groaned loudly as he felt the pleasure waves recede and a deep sense of relaxation wash over him. His legs once taut and stretched out, now slumped and his heels came to rest on the floor. He hugged the girl to him even as she wiped her messed up fingers on his dhoti. She opened her fist and palmed the tender sensitive flesh of his penis and sent him into ripples of pleasure. 

She hugged him. She was happy. The strength of his orgasm was intense and fulfilling. She was glad that she found a way to a need which was troubling Uncle, and which he would not have been able to speak about to anyone. And even as she justified what had just happened to herself thus, she could not ignore the illicit lust that the strong flow of fluids between her legs indicated. She rubbed her thighs together and shivered, thinking of how she would now need to relieve herself. How would she face her friend again? And would she ever be able to come up confidently, to just serve coffee? She went down and joined Mala after composing herself.

The dull gloom of her mother's recent passing away was slowly lifting from the Venkat household and Mala had a lot to thank Devaki for that. Her dear friend had come over and spent a few days and that had helped everyone overcome their grief. Especially her father, thought Mala. She had no way of knowing that just the previous day Devaki had found Venkat Uncle lounging in his easy chair sporting a large erection and Devaki had taken care of it for him, fisting him till he came uncontrollably. 

On Devaki's part, the sheer size of Uncle's erection had startled her. The previous day she had chanced upon Uncle masturbating, and it had surprised her that he still had such strong sexual urges. The encounter of the previous afternoon was a mix of lust and sympathy. Sympathy to see him lonely, having known that he had been wild with lust and sexually hyper active with his wife. And lust to see his firm body, the libido and his huge cock which was much better than her husband Kumar's. 

Mala & Devaki decided to go shopping. Since Mala had already informed Uncle Venkat, Devaki decided to say bye to him. Devaki looked up the stairs and wondered about the strong elderly man up there.

She took a few tentative steps wondering how she would face him after that intense encounter the previous day. By the time she had climbed four steps she could feel the juicing up in her pussy. She lifted her sari as she climbed the stairs to avoid tripping. There he was, on his easy chair, lying back with the morning paper across his chest. 

Her eyes darted to his dhoti, to see a part of his leg through the parting of the cloth. She cleared her throat, "Uncle?" 

She looked at him with her head slanting to one side, her eyes sparkling at the thought of the mischievous and harmless time they had had together the previous day. Venkat looked at her and felt his cock twitch. She was incredibly sexy looking in that sari. 

His eye wandered over her. Her shoulder length hair, the soft sari hugging her curves, the bare torso where the blouse ended, navel and soft tummy that he would surely enjoy feeling with his face, and the curve of that hip...............The erection was complete and dramatically tenting his dhoti. 

Venkat felt no shame and did not attempt to conceal his inflamed desire. Far from it, he felt proud and was happy that he had Devaki here with him. Yes, his daughter's friend. That thought did fleetingly cross his mind. But that thought also added to the intensity of his feelings. He wanted to hold her and pull her down on him and have this little girl who he had seen over the years play with him. His hand reached out and he caught Devaki's hand and pulled her near. She gasped and let her hand bag slip to the floor. She hunched over him.

Her hair fell forward and covered them both. She looked down into his eyes and said, "uncle, what are you doing?" 

Uncle Venkat reached out with his other hand and claimed her bare torso. Devaki shuddered with a sharp intake of her breath. "Uncle, whatever I did yesterday was to help you with a much needed release. Let it stop with that." 

Uncle Venkat responded with a light squeeze of her tummy. His thumb went lower and slipped under the garment, at where the sari was tied and the petticoat cord ran.

Devaki placed a hand on his shoulder, standing beside his chair but hunched over him. Venkat brought his other hand to her torso and now held her in both his hands. The other thumb ran over her breast and through the blouse and bra she felt his thumb find her nipple. She shuddered. 

"Uncle, don't touch me. I will help you with your....." She could not bring herself to say the word to the man she viewed like a father. Her body sagged as she let herself fall forward, closer to him now than ever before. Her lips brushed the top of his head. 

"With my what?" he asked. His hand moved up and claimed her breast totally. His other hand went to her ass and he squeezed. 

"With whatever you want," she whispered as she kissed his temple and his forehead.

Now leaning more than ever before, the top of her low-cut blouse hung and Venkat could see her small pert breasts cupped in the bra. He felt his throat dry up as he felt her nipples with his thumb. His hand which was on her back, slowly pulled her sari up. The hem came up quickly and her legs were bare. He touched her skin. It felt soft and inviting. He gasped as his cock twitched and shuddered. He stretched out his legs to relieve himself. 


Comfort Zone Ch. 01



"Uncle, no! You don't touch me. Not there, not anywhere," she said pleadingly. "I will do what I did to you yesterday afternoon," she whimpered. 

Her hand caressed his chest and played with his nipple. 

"Which was what?" he pushed on. He knew what was holding her back. And he was determined to bring out the slut in this girl he had known all these years. 

She reached back and gasped loudly as she felt the outline of his cock with her small hand. Even though she had seen and played with it, stroked it, held it yesterday, she could not help feeling awed at the size of his cock. "This!" she said. 

"What is that?" he asked, as his hand slipped further up and his fingers slipped under her panties. She shifted her legs apart so his hand could find her pussy. 

"Uncle, I will hold you and stroke you. But you must not touch me! You cannot feel me," she pleaded. 

Even though he had not reached anywhere near her cunt, the heat and moistness were apparent to Venkat."Why not?" he asked. 

His palm was now on her pussy and he cupped her mound. She moaned as she spread her legs further. 

"Because we have no time," she gasped.

"So it doesn't matter that you are my daughter's friend? That is not the reason? And given time you are happy to let me touch you, arouse you, fuck you?" he asked breathlessly as her fingers lightly toyed with his leaping jerking member. 

"Oh, Uncle!" she shuddered as she heard the f-word. She buried her head in his neck.

Venkat lifted her sari completely and peeled off the top edge of the panties. "What are you doing?" she asked in horror. "Mala is just getting organized downstairs and is waiting for us to go out shopping". 

Whilst saying this, she quickly removed and kicked off her panties. Her hand rushed back to grip his cock, for the first time today. She slid her hand up and down that master specimen of the male organ. Venkat pulled her leg and tried to lift her. She lifted her leg and placed it across him on the other side of the chair. She sat on his thighs with his cock in front of her. Her pussy ground on the flesh of his legs, releasing fluid. Her hands came to his cock. 

She was mad with lust but did not want his cock in her pussy and somehow wanted to leave the sanctity of their relationship as "Uncle Venkat" and "Devaki magale" untouched. With both hands she held his cock and her fingers played on the member, flitting and stroking lightly. The cock leaped and jumped and the wetness flowed down and pooled into her hand. 

Venkat held her shoulders and stroked her delicate neck. "Say it!" he commanded her. 

"What?" she asked as her hands flew up and down the cock. She needed to finish this. She didn't want Mala discovering them like this. 

"The name of what you are stroking." 

"I," she grunted as she worked on the cock, "am" harder strokes, "taking care" faster strokes, "of you!" she ended. 

His hand slid up her thigh. "Liar. Not me. But my cock!" 

"Oh Uncle" she moaned as she rocked back and forth. Rubbing her wide open pussy all over his legs and pumping as hard as she could. 

Venkat raised his knees forcing Devaki to slide forward. She panicked and her hands flew to his shoulders to prevent her from falling. "Uncle no!" she protested. 

She slid further forward. Her pussy came to rest against the broad trunk of his cock, sandwiched between them. Her face was close to his. She stared into his eyes. And he looked deep into her eyes. The prickliness of her pubic hair against his cock and the open wetness was maddening him. His broad weapon of a cock was pulsing against her pussy driving her wild. His hands slipped under her ass and he raised her slightly. 

The head of his cock prodded at the top of her cunt. She shuddered and wailed, "Uncllllle not your cock in my cunt. Not your cock. No! No! No! No." 

It was broad, hot and smeared with his juices and hers. It slid up all the way and nestled at the mouth of her womb. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, struggling to move her pussy off his cock and stall the maddening pleasure.

He held her hips and ass and pulled her down. She grunted as she pushed upward. His organ slipped out. His hand quickly slid between them and he slid two fingers up her cunt. She gasped and thrust herself on the fingers. He led her to his cock at which point she pushed away. Venkat's thumb stroked her clit and was rewarded with a surge of juice flowing down from her surging cunt. He thrust his hips upward attacking, stabbing at her cunt. She held back and reached between to masturbate him. 

He fingered her cunt hard and one hand pinched and twisted her nipples. Devaki felt lust surging through her body. She looked down and saw the cock hard and prone, ready to pleasure her. She gave up the fight. Holding the cock she lowered herself on to the waiting cock head.

"Give me that cock!" she hissed as she levered herself up on his shoulders. Her sari tented and covered both of them completely. She hoped she would be able to just finish off this and join Mala without too much time to re-dress. 

Her legs were on the floor. She was splayed open on top of him. She straightened and bent her knees, her cunt rising and falling on the cock. She bounced on him. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! That's what you wanted no, Uncle". 

She gritted her teeth to control her wild pleasure at the way his cock was reaming her. She opened out her sari so that her chest was accessible to him. Her hands went around his head as she pulled his face to her bosom and she fucked him, riding him mercilessly. 

The sense of pleasure was further fueled by the illicitness of what was happening between them and the danger of Mala walking in on them. And she needed to finish this. 

"Oh my god! Uncle, how I want you! I wish you had listened to me. We could have taken longer time to do this. We don't have time to go on and on and I don't want this to end!" she said. 

She changed angles. Sometimes taking his cock in deep, sometimes from an angle towards her front. When she felt him shudder more she held on to that pose, hoping to make him come quickly. 

Venkat moved his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to run along the top of Devaki's cunt. Her clit had to be there. Devaki was moving rapidly and was unprepared for the sudden grazing of her clit by his thick cock. She shuddered and spasmed and pulled him closer to her breasts. 

Venkat nuzzled her breasts through the clothing. Devaki let out low screams as his cock ravaged her clit sending her into uncontrollable spasms. She held his head tight and rode the cock. "Uncle! You bad man! Taking my cunt like this! Do you remember me; I am Devaki, your daughter's friend. She screamed as orgasm ripped through her. She threw her head back and thrust her body down on his cock taking her full pleasure. 

Venkat shoved up the cloth of her blouse and bra and squeezed out her breast from under. He leaned forward to take her nipple. 

"You shameless bastard!" she screamed as he pleasured her. "Take me! Make me cum! Am like your daughter but look at our lust and our bodies!" She slowed down her riding, savoring every little vibration coursing through her.

She had drenched him and his pubic hair. She leaned forward, her cunt twitching and slowing down. She readied to take back control of fucking him. She lifted herself up, hunching over him. He had her blouse and bra opened so her breasts were now hanging in front of his face. He mashed his face against them, licking and lapping it all over. 

She held her pussy over his cock head. She knew from masturbating where his most sensitive zone was. In sharp rapid movements she fucked the head of his cock. She tried to concentrate, eyes closed, and her mind on the open lips sliding over the raging head. Fuck him. Fuck him hard. Make him cum. Her mind was talking to her.

Venkat started to wail. The softness of the young woman's body, her ministrations on his cock, the illicit pleasure and the succulent breasts, were all proving too much. "Devaki!" he said pleadingly, softly as he felt pleasure coursing up his cock from deep inside him. 

Devaki smiled kindly and opened her eyes to look down at him. She watched as he sucked and mauled her tits. The flicking of her nipple was making her clit throb. She thrust down harder and as she looked up she saw Mala halfway up the stairs looking at them. Venkat could not see her because he had his back to the stairway. And Devaki had no idea how long she had been standing there. 

Her eyes met her friend's eyes. She looked into Mala's eyes deeply as she purposefully thrust down on Venkat's jerking and throbbing cock. "Yes, my girl! I needed this. I needed this so badly!" he sobbed. She looked down at him and stroked his head as he pressed against her breasts. She looked back up at Mala. He was hers. In that moment it was so evident. 

Venkat cupped her ass and lifted her and dropped her harder. Devaki cried out loud in pleasure. Now that Mala was watching them there was no need for her to be quiet. She fucked back mercilessly, shouting and screaming. "Yes, uncle fuck me! You needed your 'magal' (daughter in Tamil) to fuck you! Take! Take my cunt. Plunder me with your cock. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Each yes was and extra hard thrust down. 

"Shhhhh!" said Venkat. His hand reached up to cover her mouth. His fingers slipped into her mouth. Her eyes were on Mala. Mala was watching transfixed as her dad fucked her friend in a most animal display of lust. The cock swelled as the cum boiled up.  

Devaki laughed in delight. "Yes fill me!" she said to him. She just wanted Mala to know that her father was about to unload his semen into her. She felt a thrill in describing what was happening for Mala's benefit. "Oh yes, I can feel your seed spurting. There! Oh its warm! Oh its spreading inside me! I am flooded!" 

"Aaaaahhh! Devaki magale!" He couldn't stop tenderly repeating the word daughter over and over again for that was how he had referred to her for years. They jerked, spasmed, shuddered and held each other. 

Venkat caressed and kissed her breasts. She rocked back and forth. Taking in several shots of cum and now gently milking and squeezing him dry. Her eyes never left Mala's for a moment. And somehow, in the exchanged glances, Devaki had told Mala that her father needed this and she was doing it for Mala. And Mala had thanked Devaki for taking care of this need in the man. They rested on each other. When the cock became soft, Devaki rose off and the exit caused them both to shudder. Devaki leaned forward and kissed the elderly man for the first time deep and on his lips. 

Combined juices ran down her legs which were spread out on either side of the chair as she was now standing. "Oh god!" she moaned. 

Venkat gently caressed her. She lifted her leg off. Holding her legs as closely clamped as she could she moved to the washroom to avoid the stream down her legs and messing up the floor. She had all the time to clean up, now that Mala had seen everything. She shut the washroom door and leaned against wall. Sensations and waves were still coursing through her. She closed her eyes contentedly and recalled that pillar of flesh and the strong body. Their cum was still running out of her. Her skin was still flushed. She was still quaking from the experience. But she was already missing Uncle's hard male organ. Somewhere she knew she had started something she couldn't stop and frankly didn't want to.



Comfort Zone



I'd had no idea that night was going to turn out so well. It started off being incredibly awkward. I was so far outside my comfort zone that I didn't know what to do with myself. But perhaps that's why it turned out the way it did . . . 

Let me start from the beginning. Back then I was newly separated. My wife of six years had cheated on me, and I'd moved her out. That was the first big change. I was normally meek. When I was younger, I had been in a similar situation, and had stayed with my unfaithful girlfriend for a much longer period than was reasonable. I promised I would never let myself get into that kind of situation again. To my and my wife's surprise, I managed to keep that promise. So, for the first time since I was eighteen, I found myself outside a relationship. We had not gone through divorce proceedings yet, but were officially separated with no hope of reconciliation.

I had resolved myself to loneliness. Don't get me wrong—I'm not a bad-looking guy, and thirty is not so terribly old (even though sometimes it sure felt like it), but I had no hope of finding anyone new. Between my acknowledged meekness and my unfamiliarity with the dating scene, it felt impossible. My love life seemed to forever be limited to porn, fantasy and masturbation.

This got old fast, however. I never thought I'd say this, being an avid fan of self-pleasure, but there came a point where I chose not to bother anymore. It was less frustrating to just go to sleep rather than try to fulfill my own needs.

It's a sad truth that those things we cannot have are those things we obsess most over. So it became that rather than enjoy my hard-earned bachelorhood, I spent most of my time depressed and brooding over the fact that I had no one—no prospects, no hopes . . . not even a friend with benefits. No one to touch and to touch me back. Girlfriends, wives . . . they just weren't worth it. I tried to convince myself of this. My track record wasn't great. Better to find distraction and stop being moody about it.

Still, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop wanting those things I couldn't have. I would drink too much and stay up late daydreaming, lusting. At a couple of points, I even broke out the carefully-stashed sex tapes my wife and I had made. It disgusted me that I could still be aroused by her, even after all she had put me through, but I couldn't deny that she was the best I'd ever had.

One such night was when I resolved to change this. Emboldened by alcohol and spurred on by my own self-loathing, I sat myself in front of my computer and started joining dating sites. This was another thing I never thought I'd do. I even posted a photo of myself along with my hastily-typed profiles. I had no hope these profile would lead to anything, but I had to try something—anything.

Before giving up and turning in for the night, I commented on a few profiles, choosing women who lived close by and seemed interesting. Over the next week I checked the sites off and on, not expecting anything. I had a couple of brief conversations that went nowhere, but nothing else. I was about to delete my profiles and sink deeper into depression when I finally got an interesting response.

It was from a young woman named Janice. Too young, I thought at first. She was barely nineteen. But she had found me, she it wasn't as if I'd been creeping on the profiles of young women like an old pervert. Her messages showed intelligence and humor. The two of us quickly became friends, moving from the site's messages to actual e-mails, and then instant messaging. Soon after that she was calling me. Our conversations, which had become frequent, were light and not too filled with substance. It seemed as though we were forging an easy friendship rather than wooing each other. This was fine by me. I had found the distraction I'd been looking for.

However, distraction wasn't enough for her. Soon after we'd moved exclusively to phone conversations, she'd begun asking when we could meet in person. I was a bit nervous about this, partially because there were no photos on her profile, and every time I asked her for one, she changed the subject. Plus, I was not used to playing host. I always had trouble with new people and situations. As I mentioned earlier, I'd been in relationships for all of my adult life. As it seemed important to her, I reluctantly agreed. (Also I'd run out of excuses.) Seemingly feeling safe enough to be alone with me, she got my address and the next night I found myself answering the door to an enchanting sight. 

Janice was short and curvy. Not slim, but not fat. Her curves were in all the right places. She was pale with creamy, smooth skin and a smattering of light freckles. Her hair was long and as black as her wispy skirt and low-cut button-down blouse. Her makeup was well-done and understated, accentuating her big brown eyes and full lips. 

As I looked her over, I realized she was doing the same with me. After taking in the sight of her, the awkwardness that would be present for the start of the evening set in. We were too close for a handshake, and not close enough for a hug, so I stammered a greeting and gestured for her to come in. She slipped off her sneakers and followed me into the living room, where I spent most of my waking time. (I had taken to sleeping on the couch after moving my wife out. I didn't want to sleep in the bed she had misused.) She was clearly as nervous as I was—after our initial up and down looks, we had trouble looking at each other for a time.

We exchanged pleasantries. I hadn't thought to get a selection of alcohol, which would have done wonders to loosen us up, but she accepted a beer. I figured it was just for something to occupy her hands, as she'd mentioned in an earlier conversation that she didn't like beer. She sipped at it, as I did with my own bottle. We chatted, went through two bottles each, testing the waters. I sat on my big worn couch, and she sat cross-legged on the floor across from me. 

After a terribly long time of stammered and faltering conversation, I found myself chuckling at how silly we were being. 

"What's so funny?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"We are," I said, lightly, taking a swig of my beer. "We talk over the phone and on-line as though we've been friends for years, but once we get in the same room as each other, we're jittery teenagers."

When I put it that way, she had to laugh too. She finally managed to meet my eye. A darling mischievous look took over her face as she said, "I technically AM still a teenager, you know . . . "

"Don't remind me," I said, groaning. I downed the rest of my drink and smirked at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, a mocking edge to her voice as she got up and sat next to me on the couch. "Feeling like a creepy old man when I'm around?" She elbowed me in the ribs.

"Kinda, yeah, " I admitted, setting my bottle on the floor and half turning to her.

"Well, maybe I like creepy old men," she suggested. "You think of that? Maybe that's why I'm here?"

There it was—the topic had been broached, albeit in a joking way. But since it was out there, it spurred me on. "Is it? Why, I mean. Look at you—you could be with anyone right now, but you're wasting your evening with me." I didn't say it with pity intended, regardless of how it sounded. I was still smirking.

"Don't be silly," she said, blushing a little. "I like you. I've been looking forward to meeting you for weeks now."

"Same here," I admitted. "But I do have a question. Why didn't you let me see a photo of you?"

She looked down at her hands, flushing. Just when I thought she wasn't going to answer, she said, "Eh, I'm nothing special."

I was quick to contradict her. I let her know how attractive I found her, that I never expected to find someone so beautiful on a dating site. This led into a talk about our histories. It turned out she had created her dating profile after breaking up with her boyfriend. The relationship had left her with some self-image issues. He'd been the one to take her virginity, about three months prior, and not long after she'd dropped him. The sex was spectacularly awful, and after she'd finally relented to his advances, that was all he wanted. They had only done it a couple times and there had been no variety to it, no foreplay, nothing. Nothing he'd done had excited her, which made her wonder about herself. But, after ridding herself of him, she'd started wondering if the problem was him. Maybe what she needed was an older, more experienced man.

She was really red by this point, and hastily added that she didn't really have ulterior motives, and had actually connected with me. Once she realized she was babbling, she trailed off. My heart pounding in my chest, I looked at her as she stared down at the floor, blushing furiously, and knew I had to go for it. There wouldn't be another chance like this. With my finger crooked under her chin, I tipped her face up until she was looking at me. Her eyes were quivering, as though itching to look away, but I held her in my gaze. Not knowing what I was saying, I told her, "It's okay. You don't have to make excuses. We both want . . . need experiences, so I think we should just take them. Do you agree?"

She didn't respond, just kept looking, her eyes quivering, lips shaking.

Surprised by how firm my voice sounded and how quickly I'd pushed away my nerves, I insisted, "You have to say yes or no, Janice."

So softly that it was almost a breath, she said, "Yes."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I drew her to me and our lips met in a kiss. Her lips were hot, but soft, her mouth dry. She started shaking, so I held her upper arms in my hands, steadying her, letting the kiss become more insistent, frantic. She started kissing me back, hesitantly at first, but with rising eagerness.

As for me, I was lost in the moment. Not realizing it, my left hand had gotten tangled in her hair, my right was somehow clutching her breast through her blouse. Small, but round and firm, it felt amazing . . . but I needed more. Her hands were in her lap, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her breathing was coming fast and shallow. My fingers moved deftly from button to button until her blouse was open. Without pausing, my hands travelled around her back and released the clasps on her bra. Now that there was some slack, I was able to snake my hands under her bra to touch her breasts skin on skin. Just as I'd expected—this was much better. The sudden feel of my hands cupping her drew a gasp from her, finally breaking the kiss. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at me from half-lidded eyes, as though just coming out of a trance. (Which, I suppose she was.)

I removed her blouse and bra, meeting some half-hearted resistance. (I later learned that she had never been comfortable being fully naked.) Once the way was clear for me, I lay light kisses down her neck, pausing halfway down to nip her lightly. I nipped again when I got to the crook of her shoulder, and kept my way steadily down until I reached her right breast. While kneading the other, I attacked this one with my mouth and tongue, reveling in the gasps and soft moans I was drawing from her. I moved to the left breast, not wanting to leave it out. She arched her back, giving me easier access.

While doing this, my free hand roamed over her leg, pushing her skirt up. I relished the feel of her smooth, soft thighs. My hand continued on its path until it gripped a naked buttock. Surprised, I felt around with my fingers, locating the thin band of a thong. My wife had not been into sexy underwear . . . or skirts or makeup for that matter. To my regret, I had married a tomboy.

There were so many differences about this experience, and I had only ever been with two women before this, so of course I was incredibly aroused. Knowing her inexperience helped me hold myself back. I didn't want to rush due to that, and also because I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I was a little surprised that she hadn't touched me yet, so I lifted my mouth to her ear, noting her shudder as my slight breath touched her sensitive skin. "Touch me . . . " I said, simply. It was somewhere closer to a demand than a plea, and she responded instantly.

Her hands started exploring my body, even as mine continued over hers. She ran her fingers down the side of my face to my neck and down to my biceps. She felt my arms and moved on to my chest, but feeling my shirt blocking the way, she desperately tried to tug it off me. Smiling, I helped her along. Once my shirt was gone, she felt along my bare chest, running her fingers through the tangled, soft hair. She ran her hands down my back, lightly dragging her nails across my skin. I may not be hugely muscled like some guys, but I take care of myself—I was lean and firm. Her hands showed her appreciation.

One hand went down to my flat belly, fingers stroking lightly over the front of my jeans. She started to pull her hand back, an uncertain look on her face, but I wrapped my own hand around hers and led her back to my crotch gently. With my hand holding hers, she seemed to find more courage, and her small hand clamped down, tracing the rigid outline of my erection through the denim.

Now, I hadn't been idle this whole time. My free hand had returned to her thigh, kneading, drifting . . . once she clutched onto me, my hand took that moment to dive between her legs, firmly clutching onto her lace-enclosed mound. She gasped loudly. To this day I'm not sure if her gasp was from what I was doing or what she was, or a combination of both.

"Mmm," she murmured, her widened eyes drifting back to closed. My hand released hers and moved to unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, as I continued to press and work my fingers under the hem of her panties. Once the path to my cock was free, I again guided her hand, this time through the opening in the front of my shorts. The feeling of her warm, soft fingers curling around my shaft was amazing, and I let out a little moan, which seemed to encourage her. She began moving her hand along my length, softly, but steadily.

Slowly I ran my finger along the slit of her pussy, reveling in the warmth and wetness. With excruciating slowness, I worked my finger inside. It was amazingly tight . . . I couldn't get much inside at first. Still, she moaned softly at the feel of it. My finger drifted in and out a couple of times and then curled up, easily finding her small, hard clit. My finger danced over it, touching lightly, testing, then with increasing pressure. It had the expected effect—her breathing became a pant, her fingers tightened on my erection, and her moans became steady, rhythmic.

I let my fingers move back to her opening, pleasantly surprised to find the entry was easier due to the increased lubrication, my index finger snaked further in and rotated as my thumb met her clitoris and began massaging it. "Nnngh," she moaned, her free hand clutching my arm, her eyes rolling back before again being hidden by her lids. I quickly found a rhythm and went with it, feeling her body tighten against me. Her moans and breathing became wilder, and yet she still clung to me with both hands, one above and one below, as though riding me towards her fast approaching climax. Suddenly she bucked against me and cried out, her guttural sounds becoming almost a howl of pleasure as her orgasm raged through her. Her cunt pulsated and throbbed against my hand, drenching it in her fluids. My hand stopped moving, but I left it where it was as her shudders stopped and her moans trailed off. She was breathing fast, sighing as she came down from her peak.

I pulled my hand away and her eyelids fluttered open. She gazed at me dreamily for a moment before her lips curled into a smile, a hungry look coming over her face. She scooted back on the couch, pulling down my jeans and shorts with my help, and practically pounced on my cock, which was as hard as it's ever been. She started with sweet licks from the bottom of my shaft up to the head and with no warning, my cock vanished into her warm, sweet mouth. Inside the confines of her mouth, her tongue cradled me, slipping up and down. She sucked, then released, looking up at me, as though seeking direction. I let my eyes close and moaned lightly as encouragement. I could tell she hadn't much experience in this, but the sensations were divine, and ones I'd never thought I'd have the pleasure of experiencing again.

She sped up her movements and gagged a bit, not able to take all of me in. I leaned forward and took her hand, leading it to the base of my cock. This seemed to help her, and she was able to bob her head with more of a steady rhythm. It wasn't too long before I felt my orgasm building up. Before I got to the point of no return, I pressed back on her shoulders, which caused her to lose grip on me. I came out of her mouth with an audible popping sound. 

She looked up at me with a mix of disappointment and confusion. "No good?" she asked, sounding shaky.

"No," I disagreed, my voice thick with desire. "That was amazing. I'm just not ready to come yet."

She smiled, letting out a relieved breath. "Good. I was hoping I was doing that right."

"Oh, you were," I assured her. I stood and helped her up, turning her away from me. I ran my fingers down her back and to the top of her skirt, unbuttoning it. I let it fall and she tried to grab at it, but wasn't fast enough. While she was distracted, I pulled her silky thong down in a smooth sweeping motion, letting it also fall to her ankles. She slowly stepped out of it and I turned her back to me, letting my eyes drink her in, now that she was completely nude. She was blushing again, looking away and biting her lip. One hand was draped over her breasts, the other cupping her crotch. I move her hands away to get a better view, and she let them fall to her sides. She was shaking and murmured, "Can we . . . turn off the lights?" Smiling, I nodded and crossed to the light switch on the wall, stepping out of my jeans and shorts as I went. I flicked the light off, but left the lamp on the other side of the room glowing, so I could still see her. In the relative darkness, she seemed to relax a bit.

I crossed back to her and took her in my arms, loving the feel of skin on skin with nothing getting in the way. Because of the height difference, my cock was pinned between us, pressing against her belly, still throbbing and aching for release.

We kissed again, vigorous and insistent, and I lay her back on the couch, her head lying on the overstuffed arm rest. My lips moved back down her neck, shoulder and back to her breasts, kissing the fleshy undersides, my tongue travelling over the goose pimples on her puffy areola. Her nipples were still rigid, and I took one into my mouth, biting down on it lightly, which made her gasp. Her moans were increasing and I wondered idly if I could bring her to orgasm just by playing with her tits. I was too impatient to try at the moment. I continued my explorations downward, laying kisses on her soft belly, onto her rounded hip, and down to one thigh. Then I moved inward, pressing my lips against her mound, breathing in her musk. 

I pulled her legs apart, meeting more resistance. She grabbed my face and drew me up and away, her lips meeting mine in a kiss. I wouldn't be distracted so easily, however, so I soon broke the kiss and made my way back down to where I had been. She tried to pull me away again and my tongue shot out, licking directly on her clit. Her hands fluttered uselessly against my face and she moaned, surprised by the sudden sensation. I looked up at her and made as though I was about to move away, when to my delights, her hands moved to the top of my head, and, looking away, she pressed my face back down.

Permission thus given, I dove back into her folds, excavating with my tongue, tasting her sweet juices. My tongue dipped inside her and she gave a humming moan, fingers tangling in my hair, thighs pressed against my cheeks. She was as tight a fit for my tongue as she had been for my finger, and I made a mental note to go slow once I finally got inside her. Slowly and indulgently, I got to know her with my mouth and tongue, licking up and down, in and out, rolling her clit around and sucking it into my mouth, pressing and releasing. With seemingly no build up, she exploded against my face, her moans becoming gasping cries of delight, her belly rising and falling, the walls of her cunt contracting against my tongue, which I'd again plunged inside her. Her legs clamped against my face like a vice and her fingers pulled at my hair in a lovely, painful way. After what seemed like several minutes she came back to herself and released me, still gasping.




Comfort Zone



I lifted myself up and laid my neglected cock against her now-soaked slit, rubbing up and down on it, getting her ready for what was to come.

"Ready?" I asked her, breathing it into my ear. 

She nodded, her only answer being a low, "Mmm." Her eyes were half-lidded again, clouded over with sheer desire.

Slowly, almost painfully so, I pressed against and into her. Oh god, she WAS tight. Almost too tight to allow me access. But I was determined! I pressed and stopped, just the head inside, held myself there for a breath, and then pulled out, pressing back in. And this is how I entered her, a quarter inch at a time, until my entire length was buried in her satiny warmth. I looked down at her and saw her eyes were again closed, her head thrown back, her mouth open in an O. She was breathing softly, not quite moaning. I pulled out and pushed back in, faster this time, and she gritted her teeth. I ducked my head to her breast, licking and suckling it, feeling her relax a bit beneath me. A few more thrusts and movement became easier, more smooth. After a few more thrusts like this, I could feel her wetness increase, dripping out onto my balls. 

I pulled almost all the way out and took her face into my hands, cradling it, locking her in my gaze again. Her eyes opened wide and she again seemed unable to look away. Without warning I thrust in to the hilt, and her face tensed and released with pleasure. I groaned, feeling the unbelievable pressure of her walls enclosing my cock as she was surprised by another intense orgasm. I had to stay still as she contracted and squeezed me with an almost unbearable pressure. It felt as though she was trying to push me out!

Once the spasms died enough that I could move again, I started fucking her with abandon. Her "Ngh" moans started up again, faster and faster, matching each thrust. They were the sexiest sound I'd ever heard . . . hell, I still haven't heard anything quite like it. 

I held back as long as I could, but it wasn't long before I felt the pressure building up within me for the second time that night. I slammed into her harder, unable to restrain myself any longer. 

With one last mighty push, I erupted into her, my groans mingling with her moans as they morphed into orgasmic cries. We came together, our juices mingling as our cries were doing. 

We lay that way for a time, sweating bodies pressed together, me still inside her, as we caught our breaths. Now and then I would feel another spasm run through my cock and each time it seemed to set off a similar spasm inside her. Finally I pulled out and propped myself up on my hands, which were planted on either side of her on the cushion. My wilting cock rested on her thigh still oozing a little cum. Our fluids were running down her bottom and onto the cushion beneath us.

She ran her fingers through her hair, looking a little worried. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Janice took a shaky breath and said, "I can't believe that just happened."

"Do you regret it?" I asked.

"No!" she said hastily. "It just . . . isn't like me, that's all. We only just met, and I'm naked, and I let you go down on me, and . . . oh, I forgot I have condoms in my bag!" She flinched at the thought, letting out a small aggravated sound. "I guess it's silly to worry about all of it now, huh?"

I nodded, smiling. "We got lost in the moment. It's not like this is a common occurrence for me, either," I admitted. "But we certainly made use of this night. And I think the tension is broken."

She giggled, the worry leaving her face. "Yeah. So where do we go from here?"

"I say we worry about that tomorrow." I glanced at the clock on my DVD player and added, "Even though it's already tomorrow. Whatever. We'll worry about it later then. As for now, it's still early, and I'd say we're not done yet." Her eyes widened in shock and then she returned my smile, maneuvering her hand between us to grip my cock, which was starting to get hard again.

We went at it twice more that night (both times we remembered the condoms). By the end we were on the floor, bathed in sweat, hearts pounding and breath coming ragged and fast. It was five in the morning and we were both delirious and exhausted. Rather than let her drive home so late, I led her back to my room and we fell asleep in each other's arms, satisfied and spent. That night was special to both of us . . . we still keep in touch to this day, and whenever we're feeling down, we have the memories we made with each other of our first meeting.

Eventually what she and I had ended and became a comfortable friendship . . . the hottest blazes burn out fast, but I never forgot my time with my young distraction. In fact, I still have the couch, years later, even though it's falling apart and has become terribly uncomfortable due to worn out padding and broken springs. But I doubt I'll ever drag it to the curb. It serves as a constant reminder to me of the night I found myself a new comfort zone.



Comfort Zone



The following is written in UK English, if you don't enjoy my style please pass me by, it's how I was dragged up and even on Lit. I have to live with that. 

*

I'd requested my current lover, Harry, to take me out of my comfort zone: we've swapped before, tried a little bondage but I had not expected his response. When I arrived home Friday evening his handwritten note simply said, "Undress, shower, shave your pussy bare and dress in your red shoes, black stockings, blue suspenders, green skirt, yellow jacket and nothing else. Apply red lipstick, green eye shadow, lots of non-water proof mascara and green nail varnish. Get your orange handbag, put your keys and a packet of tissues into it and nothing else. Arrive at the station at six fifty and go to platform four. There a man will identify himself and give you further instructions. Jesus. were the fashion police in for a fun time but I'd be easy to spot.

The platform was deserted so I had to wait, typical Harry. He was a bit of a drama queen and loved to build a little tension. He was certainly succeeding I was almost shaking. Eventually, a train pulled up and a number of commuters descended from the carriages. One of them walked over to me and said, "I'm Jim. I'm your guide. In order to confirm my identity you must unbutton your jacket for me and I should be able to see your bare breasts."

"Bloody Hell," I squealed, "what right here with the security cameras and all?"

"Please just follow the instructions, I'm not allowed to discuss them.

I turned my back on the nearest camera and unbuttoned my jacket to show Jim my firm yet ample bust.

He gazed for a few seconds and then said, "thank you ma'am. You may button up. Now hold still whilst I feel under your skirt. If I am the right person I will find that your pussy is smooth and hairless." He slipped a hand under my skirt, stroked my naked mons making me shiver with anticipation and then he ran a finger along my embarrassingly wet slot, which made me blush hot crimson.

"Thank you ma'am, sorry if I embarrassed you but those were my orders. We are to catch the next train. You will sit by the window and I will sit opposite to you and deliver your next set of instructions." The train was by no means empty but neither was it busy so we had little difficulty in locating two empty opposing window seats.

"You will come with me and I will take you to where you are to spend your weekend. I will collect you at eight p.m. on Sunday and escort you home. Once safely home you are to reward me by stripping naked and lying face down over your pink pouff. I will then take my pleasure in which ever hole I fancy. One piece of advice I can offer you is to keep your arse well greased, here's a small pot of Vaseline to add to the contents of your handbag. You may make a trip to the loo if you wish."

"But... But I've never. No one's... I mean."

"You've not been fucked in the arse. Well long before I get you home that will have been remedied, in all probability many times over."

I stumbled to the tiny toilet. I was close to tears. I knew that I had requested 'out of my comfort zone,' but this was going to be into my worst nightmares. I rubbed my tight little sphincter with the gooey stuff then slipped a tentative greasy finger inside of me; just to feel what it might be like. It was not as bad as I had expected. In fact it was not really at all unpleasant. As long as I was not stretched too wide it might be alright. I washed my hands thoroughly and returned to my seat good and slippery.

So Jim was to screw me or have me suck him off. I decided that I would not mind that in the least. He was young, mid twenties I guessed, probably just a little younger than I. He was slender, muscular and rather dashing. His speech was curious, southern continents, northern vowels; it was fluid and eloquent, no 'um's, er's, nor like's and when reporting dialogue people said rather than 'going.' He was wearing an old fashioned grey suit over a white shirt and narrow red tie; I wondered if the suit had once belonged to his father. His black brogues were highly polished, indeed his whole demeanour was highly polished; he might have been an actor.

"Have you ever had another woman make you come?" he enquired. "By the way one of the rules is that you must always tell the complete truth at all times without prevarication, omission or exaggeration. If you are caught in a lie you will be spanked on the bare bottom, the first time with a wooden kitchen spoon. I have it here, please place it in your handbag and also hand me your keys, I will return them after I have taken my reward from you."

I was nervous about handing my keys over, especially since Jim clearly knew where I lived. Jim smiled and waved a copy of my own front door key in front of me. Harry obviously trusted him so, with some trepidation, I handed my keys over. Now I had hardly any clothes on, no phone, no money and no way of returning home. I was scared but also curiously excited, my pussy was moist and my nipples like bullets. I just wished the latter would not rub so against the rough fabric of my jacket.

"Anyway, have you ever had another woman make you come?" reminding me of his question.

"Not strictly I replied but when I was a girl the girl across the backs from me, Alice, and I used to finger one another to a lovely warm climax. If Mum and Dad were out we'd lick each others titties too. Sometimes she'd pause and make me writhe on the end of her finger till I promised to lick her to orgasm."

"So your not a complete stranger to lesbian attentions and have enjoyed them previously."

"Yes," I mumbled. I was blushing again. The thought that women as well as men might be about to take advantage of me was a strange but wonderful prospect. That would be, well not a first, but a delightful reintroduction to the pleasures to be had from members of my own sex.

"Show me your tits again, right now!"

I unbuttoned my jacket and held the sides so that they shielded my not inconsiderable assets from prying eyes.

"You may button up once more. Now hitch your skirt until your suspenders and stocking tops just show."

Jim had sharp hearing because as I adjusted my hem the conductor entered the carriage. I doubt he even looked at our tickets as he clipped them, his eyes were riveted upon my hemline. Finally he smiled at Jim, returned the tickets and said, "Thank you very much sir," in that nudge, nudge, wink, wink tone that leering men can do so well." That made me blush, yet again. True to my request, I was well outside of my comfort zone and the evening proper had not even begun.

When the conductor had gone Jim instructed me to "eat these" as he handed me a packet of sandwiches and a large bag of crisps. Lettuce dressed with mayonnaise, cucumber, tomato and strong Cheddar cheese cut thick. Harry had done his job alright, my favourite. I had not had time to eat and I wolfed them down, all four of the thick sandwiches. I offered to share the bag of crisps with Jim but he declined, politely. "Once I've delivered you there's an excellent fish and chip shop not far away, in the back they have a couple of tables and I must not spoil my appetite; the bread and butter's complementary you know." I didn't but he made me feel as if he had let me in on a dark and deadly secret. Given his physique, perhaps it was a dark and deadly secret, Jim's little weakness, maybe. He was certainly bold enough in telling me about what he was to do to me!

Gradually more and more men developed weak bladders and kept having to walk past us to get to the toilet. That train must have had only that one toilet working. I never knew that a stocking top, a blue suspender clip and half inch of bare thigh could garner quite so much attention but when on public display they obviously do. I was embarrassed by all the attention but proud too, however, I must admit that in the end I was glad to get off that train. We alighted at a tiny station in a small town that I had never visited before. We exited through a back entrance into narrow terraced streets.

The area was a maze of near identical dwellings and as they had back streets as well as front ones Jim soon had me completely lost. We entered one of the numerous red brick houses through a back gate and Jim led me to a small outbuilding. He held open the door for me. "I'm to leave you here. You must undress completely, place your clothes and, once you have taken the wooden spoon out of it, your handbag in the wooden chest in the corner and then snap the padlock shut. Hold the wooden spoon in your right hand and await further instructions.

So, at around eight o'clock I'm stood stark naked in a shed, in a strange house, in a strange town with no phone, no money and no access to my clothes. To make matters worse rather than being delivered by a person my instruction came through a loud speaker. "Teresa welcome to they house of surprises. You are every bit as attractive as Harry promised us. I'm glad you've shed that preposterous costume. Your nipples are very stiff, I hope you are not cold. Still it's a very warm evening. Oh if you need to pee there's a bucket in the corner and we even left you a little toilet roll; personally, I'm not sure about such indulgent luxuries, a wet rag ought to suffice, but the others insisted.

'What,' I thought, 'I've to piss into a bucket. Not bloody likely.'

"Alternatively there's a big glass of water on the shelf if you need a drink."

I did. That hot train, those salty crisps and that salty Cheddar cheese had left me parched and I guzzled the whole pint down. Only as I replaced the empty glass on the shelf did I look at that bucket and reflect upon what I had just done. I might just need that bucket soon after all.

"Excellent. You have been fed, watered and I hope rested. I trust your train journey was not too unpleasant and the company not excessively dismal. Whilst in the house you will answer to the sobriquet, 'girl.' Please quit the shed now and enter the kitchen, the door is unlocked."

I had to walk through the yard stark naked. Anyone might see. OK not too many neighbours could overlook my passage but still... I steeled myself, opened the door and slipped up to and into the kitchen just a quickly as I could manage. At least, as promised, the door was unlocked.

That kitchen was tiny but upon the worktop lay another note from Harry, distinctive in its crisp Paperchase light green envelope. The buff coloured paper and dark blue ink conveyed the message, 'take the steps to the cellar and pull the door to behind you. There is no safe word, there are no limits, you may refuse nothing and must accept everything, this is the place where the extent of your own desires will be explored to the full, this place exists to take everyone out of their comfort zone.'

The door to the cellar was open. I descended the steep wooden steps, anxious in case I took a splinter in my foot. At the bottom was a heavy oaken door which, as instructed, I pulled to. The click of the lock was ominously loud.

"Look around," boomed the loudspeakers, "there is a hood. Place it over your head. You are not permitted to see who uses and who abuses you.

My hands shook as I pulled the soft elasticated cotton hood over my head. It had a single hole that encompassed my mouth and nostrils, otherwise all was solid impenetrable blackness.

A human voice made me jump. "Excellent 'girl', you're ready. Stiff nipples I see." A hand groped my sex, "and dripping wet too, just what we like, a little girl who's ready to go." A finger probed my anus and I squirmed, mortified, "and well greased, Jim is just too soft-hearted. One day we will have to replace him with someone a little more cruel. Perhaps your Harry might do. He seems devoid of all compassion, we've read his suggestions with appreciation but we did refine them with little tweaks of our own. You, 'girl,' are in for an exciting weekend." The voice was female and I had no idea what to expect next.

She fastened a collar around my neck securing the collar so that I could no longer remove it. I heard a click and understood that she had clipped a leash to my collar. "Follow me," she commanded as she tugged, giving me little choice but to go after her. 

"Now we shall play satisfied, used or abused. We roll a dice to decide your fate. One or two and you will be satisfied. Three or four you will be used. Five or six you will be abused. A great cry went up, "two!"

"Good start. You're to be satisfied but the rules don't say that you'll be allowed enjoy your satisfaction."

I was led to what I presumed to be a bed or couch, it was at least soft and supportive. My hands were secured above my head. My legs were similarly fastened and secured wide apart, leaving my pussy gaping. I was hooded, bound and utterly helpless.

"Hello, I'm Andrew. My task is to suck and nibble your right ear, Harry says you like that."

"Hello, I'm Beatrice. My task is to suck and bite your right nipple, Harry told me that you liked that.

"Hello, I'm Clive. My task it to suck the toes and lick the soles your right foot, Harry informed me that you enjoy that.

David was to attend to my left foot, Edward my left nipple and Francesca my left ear. Georgina was to kiss me on the mouth and Harold was to attend to my all too exposed pussy and my bum.

I've never been made so wet in all my life. Every sensitive spot stimulated simultaneously, well every spot but one; Harold was keeping well away from my swollen clitoris. He would suck the distended lips of my sex, lick the juices from under my hot wet snatch, probe my anus with what I took to be a string of small beads but he did nothing to make me come.

I could not even cry out, my mouth was filled with a hot wet probing tongue. On and on they went making me more and more desperate for release. I tried to struggle against my bonds but I was too well secured to move. Not only had they tied my wrists and ankles, my elbows and knees were also secured and my body was lashed to the bed by some kind of harness that left my sex and breasts all too accessible to them.

At long last the kissing of my mouth ceased and a woman's voice enquired "shall we let her come now?"

I prayed that they would. A disturbingly loud buzzing noise started up, the lips of my sex were held well apart and I simply screamed when that vibrator was pushed firmly against my clit. I came alright, the sensation almost knocked me out. Orgasms ripped through me, wave after wave of pure undiluted bliss and all those lips kept right on pleasuring all my other parts.

It was several minutes before I began to return to earth and my clit began to return a sensation that, whilst not painful in any way, was so strong as to be quite unbearable. Except, of course there was nothing I could do to stop it. And all those tongues were making the sensations coursing through me even more intense. "Please stop." I cried. "My clit, I can't stand any more." I tried to pull my knees together but they were held down far too tightly. "Please, please stop. I'll do anything if you'll stop."

"You'll do anything we tell you to 'girl' anyway." At that point I had a brief respite as another wave of orgasms was wrung from my helpless body by that fiercely buzzing monster. The orgasms subsided and left me back in hell. I began to beg and plead in earnest so they pressed some kind of ball into my mouth and secured it in position to silence me.

I was forced to undergo ten sets of orgasms before they ceased their torture of my sensitive little clitty. After four they introduced a somewhat large vibrating dildo into my hot wet snatch which made my climaxes harder still. After six, Harold began to work the beads in and out of my bum in earnest. It was the best and the worst sexual experience that I have ever had. They were literally forcing me to come over and over again whilst making me endure an overpoweringly intense sensation in between them.

When they were done they left me tied down whilst they discussed what my next fate was to be. The women were for having me lick their pussies, 'the chair' was mentioned a lot.. The men wanted to play games with me. In the end they settled upon 'dilemma.' It was a cruel game. First they attached clips to my nipples which really hurt. Once I was used to those they untied me and pulled me across the room, there was obviously a chain or string attached to the clamps and when it was pulled upon the clips tightened and hurt me even more. Finally the chain was lifted and presumably fixed in place, leaving me with my dilemma. Either I could stand on the very tips of my toes pushing my back up and keep most of the pressure and pain off my nipples. Alternatively, I could relax and stand on my feet but then the nipple clamps tightened and really hurt me. So aching calves or sore nipples, the choice was mine to make.

At least they did not make me play for too long. But the end of the game was when the screams started. I could not help myself. I thought the pain of the clamps was bad. The pain of having them both removed suddenly and at the same time was far more intense. My tits felt as if liquid fire had been poured into them.

The next dilemma was a simple one. I was strapped to a set of bars by the chest, waist and thighs and my elbows fixed so that my hands were held low and my arms allowed only a little movement. My back was arched forcing me to stand on tiptoe pushing my tits up. Once I was secured they fitted wooden bracelets to my wrists which prevented me from flexing my hands down. A large block of ice was positioned so that it rested against my belly and freezing cold water dribbled down my bare mons and over the lips of my sex. Alternatively I could push the block away from me but then my fingers and palms got so very cold that they felt hot. They left me like that for rather longer. Worse someone had the bright idea of playing a fan over me. This caused me to shiver and break out in goose pimples. By the end of their game I was so cold and shivery I could have cried.

When I was untied I could not stand on my own so they put me in the 'stocks.' The stocks were really uncomfortable. The forced me into a kneeling position, fixing my head and wrists at the same level. Then they spread my legs wide apart and secured my ankles so the crack of my sex was split and all to easily accessible. Finally a block was gradually raised under my chin forcing my head up. They spent ages tweaking my nipples and slapping my arse making me squeal with the pain. Then the fingers came. First, someone fingered my pussy which was no so bad, although after my mammoth series of climaxes earlier I was not anywhere near to coming. Next fingers invaded my bum. Bearable but the stretching was a little painful. Now fingers were crammed into my mouth, lots of them forcing my jaws apart. Finally someone stuck their fingers in to my nostrils. This is a horrible sensation. It is so invasive and so demeaning, having someone else poke your nose for you. Then fingers began to pinch my nipples and my bum and the tender flesh of my inner thighs and forearms. I would have squealed like a piglet, except the fingers in my mouth effectively gagged me.

"It's show time girl." At least that brought my molestation to a sudden end. There's five men here and here's what you have to do. We're going to take things in turns so Andrew goes first. He's going to fuck you till he squirts his hot smelly seed deep in your hot wet hungry cunt. Then you are going to suck his slick, smelly dick hard again. After that he will fuck you in your arse. Alternatively we can wallop you with this, a searing flame burnt across my buttocks; there was no question, I was going to do as they asked. That was a pain that I could not stand up to.

And that's just what they did to me. Each of the men shafted me, had me suck their semen coated cocks hard again and then they buggered me. It was the last man, ostensibly Harold, that gave me the most trouble. He was hung like a donkey. First, he stretched my poor pussy more that it was used to. Secondly, he almost choked me as he regained his erection inside my mouth. Thirdly, and in all fairness he did take things very slowly and carefully, he stretched my poor puckered anus painfully wide, making me feel uncomfortably full. I was glad to hear his final grunts of satisfaction as he pumped into my little and rather sore alternative hole.




Comfort Zone



The women decided that I should be moved to 'the chair' in order to deliver their delights. I was fixed on my back with my ankles secured high in the air and my arms spread wide as if I were being crucified. My neck was locked in a halter and my head braced by supports on either side so I could not move it. It was, for once, not especially uncomfortable. In my hooded state I could not be too sure of the arrangement but, as best as I could guess, the chair was rather like a giant toilet seat that suspended the woman's pussy just above my mouth. All I had to do was lick away until she climaxed. These women wished to climax many, very many, times.

All I can tell you is that three randy women take a hell of a lot of satisfying. Moreover, were my ministrations to their needs anything less than wholly enthusiastic that searing flame would returned to burn my increasingly tender buns and big fat tears would roll down my face. The last of the women, Georgina if memory serves me, was the worst, or at the least the meanest. She sat the opposite way so her smelly anus was positioned uncomfortably close to my nose. She clearly though this hilarious. Fortunately, despite her best efforts, she could not raise a fart. As I licked away I resolved that if I ever had Georgina in my power I'd piss in her face at the end. Now I understood the reason for the hood.

At long last even Georgina was done. I ached all over. My calves ached, my tongue ached, my back ached, my arse burned, my pussy was chafed, my nipples were tender and ultra sensitive, still! I could take no more. The odd thing was I was randy again. The humiliation of having to lick those women combined with the searing of my flesh with that, well whatever it were, had really turned me on.

"Golly, out little girl's rather wet. Beatrice suck Harold hard so he can fuck her before bed. I think she needs it."

There was a delay and then that mighty dong forced the lips of my grateful gully apart. He pistoned me with long slow leisurely thrusts and to my mortification he gradually raised my sensitivity until I came once more. And not just once but several times. My horizons had indeed been broadened.

Of course there's always a catch. Pleasure was to be followed by suffering. When I was released I was carried away and placed in a padded box. A little exploration with my hands revealed that I was expected to sleep in what was effectively a drawer. Just as I expected the horrors of enclosure to flood through me I fell into a deep and exhausted, wholly dreamless sleep.



Comfort Zone



So here I am, naked, in the bathroom, holding it. How the fuck did I get here? I don't properly recall. Can I back out now? Do I want to? My heart is beating so fast, I swear it is going to come through my chest.

I turn it over in my hands, feeling the material. It feels so alien to me. How can that be?

She'll be back soon.

I make up my mind and hastily rush to put it on. Why won't my fucking fingers work?! I'm all bloody thumbs as I try and work out which way round it goes, and which bits my legs go in. Bloody hell, you need to be a member of Mensa to get the thing on! There! Finally, I stand up, and I'm wearing it. Now to adjust the straps. Again with the clumsy fingers. What is that about? Wow, it's quite comfortable. Do I feel comfortable though? Yeah not too bad, I think to myself with a smile.

God, she's going to be back in a minute. What's she expecting? I am no stud, and I clearly have no clue what I'm doing! Oh, fuck! Well, here goes...

I step out the bathroom door and walk over to the bed. I lie down and then shift position so I am half sitting and half lying. I'm just wondering if I look ok when, bam! the thought occurs to me, should I attach the dildo to the harness? Will I look stupid if I do? Will I look stupid if I don't? Just as I'm working myself into a panic about what to do, in she walks, and I catch my breath.

Seeing me with the harness on she gives me a smile. Oh man, that smile.

I nervously smile back. I should know what to say. I'm usually confident, but this has me so far out my comfort zone.

She saunters over to me and casually picks up the dildo as she passes it. I catch my breath as she trails it up the inside of my leg. "You appear to have missed something, hunny."

I try to take it off her, but once again my fingers become clumsy and I fumble it, dropping it between my legs. Fuck, why can't I just be cool and sexy? I rush to pick it up, but she beats me to it and once again trails it up the inside of my other leg, eliciting a shiver as goosebumps appear on my flesh. She plants it firmly in my hand, leans over, and kisses me gently on the lips.

I lean forward trying to maintain the kiss as she starts to stand. I move to put my hand on her hip but she is half a step out of my reach.

"Put it on, hunny."

This time I am ready for my own clumsiness and take a little more time slotting the dildo through the O-ring, and even then it takes some patience. Once it is firmly and comfortably in place, I move my hands to my sides and look down...

... Holy Fuck, I have a cock!

Possibly one of the most bizarre moments of my life.

But then I look up at her and see the uncontained excitement and lust in her eyes, and I feel my entire body respond to her. With a warm rush, my pussy is soaking and aching for her.

I reach my hand out, and she takes it in hers. She steps forward and guides my hand between her legs, then grins at me as I gasp. She is so wet. I slowly circle her clit with my middle finger, gently gliding over it feeling the soft, smooth slickness of it. She moans and moves to lie next to me on the bed.

I move onto my side and kiss her slowly and deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth and feeling her respond. She moans into my mouth, and I feel my clit throb in response.

Still kissing, I place my hand on her stomach and gradually move it up towards her breasts. Taking the right one in my hand I squeeze it firmly and she arches her back in response to it. I dip my head and take her nipple in my mouth. I feel it stiffen with my tongue and take it gently between my teeth, flicking the tip of my tongue over it. Hearing her small gasps I begin to kiss down her her stomach, soft little butterfly kisses that I know leave her wanting more. I run a lazy trail with my tongue back up her stomach and move to kiss her, then I feel it bump her thigh. Fuck, I'd forgotten about that!

I kiss her quickly on the lips, nibbling her bottom lip slightly before once again kissing down her stomach, running my hands over her skin, touching as much of her as I can. God, this woman is beautiful.

I stop when I get to the faint outline of hair and just nuzzle my lips into it, feeling the way it gently tickles. Mmmm... Ok, so I know what I'm doing now. I smile to myself as I move into a comfortable position between her legs.

I softly, oh so softly, lick up one lip before doing the same to the other. Hearing her gasp, I use my fingers to part her lips and lick all the way up her with a slow, sensuous lick. I do this several times, loving the way she arches herself to meet me, urging me on. Feeling myself get wetter, I become more urgent and start to circle her clit with my tongue. She is so wet, and I love the way she tastes. I moan deeply and push my tongue into her. I don't know if it's my tongue or my moaning, but she cries my name and grabs my hair. Oh my god, that feels good, and I moan again, circling her clit quickly now. She responds, and I feel her starting to build up... ooph.

I stop what I'm doing and she makes a disappointed noise quickly followed by one of anticipation as I kneel between her legs. The dildo is brushing her pussy, and I know if I just thrust forward a little, it will slip into her soaking cunt. She is trying to push herself against it, so I tease a little, pushing forward so just the tip enters her. She is moaning, and her eyes are begging me. I smile at her, enjoying this.

Keeping eye contact, I lick my thumb and then run it over her clit. Slowly circling it, I feel her leg jump a little as she moans. She raises her legs and wraps them round my waist, pulling me towards her. As I move on top of her, I thrust, and the dildo is pushed hard into her. Her eyes widen and she moans.

Fuck, this is weird. I have no idea how it feels for her other than the gasps and moans of pleasure. I put my hands on her hips as I thrust into her.

She is calling my name and rising to meet me with each thrust. I start to feel a sensation building up within me. My clit is throbbing and aching to be touched but I don't want to stop. I want to make this beautiful, sexy woman cum.

She slides her hand down and begins to rub her clit, slowly at first, then building speed. I hear myself say, "Fuck," she might as well be touching me; I can feel every movement.

I know she's close, and that sends me into overdrive as I feel my own orgasm start to rip through me. Oh god, please let her cum. With that thought, she digs her nails hard into my arm and cums, calling my name.

As the waves of my orgasm pass over me, I feel her shudder under me and know that she has cum very hard.



Comfort Zone Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Devaki visits Mala Again

The flight circled Coimbatore as it was readying to land. Devaki looked down at the city spread out below. Devaki had got up at the crack of dawn to catch this flight so she could finish her work and return home by end of day to her husband and kid. She yawned as she felt the tiredness from her early morning wake up. And she also felt a little dizzy at the thought of coming face to face with Venkat Uncle, Mala's father. 

Uncle, who had seen her grow up over the years, and with whom, in a moment of sympathy she had chosen to relieve the sexual tension building up in his loins by masturbating him. The very next day the pleasuring session quickly changed into a mutual pleasuring with Uncle Venkat using his years of experience and his overcharged libido to take his daughter's friend to new heights of pleasure. 

Devaki felt the tingle in her body as she fought with the confusing feelings rushing through her. On the one hand was the amazingly powerful sexuality of that man. His penis was thick like a blunt club. His hands were strong and his body was sinewy. The lack of sag belied his age. All those memories of her small hand holding the largeness, of his huge organ plundering open her cunt as she slid down on him, of her futile resistance giving way to wild abandon made her rub her thighs together.

Her hand wandered lazily to her crotch as she gave it a casual rub. On the other hand was the illicitness of it all. She had known him to be sexually active and had found him masturbating. The sympathy for his loneliness over auntie's death had led to an unexpected unleashing of sexuality. But he was her friend's father, who had seen her grow over the years. And she was married with a child. He was not supposed to display such lust and she was not supposed to look at a father figure in a sexual way. He was supposed to be past that age of acceptable sexual activity and she was, for heaven's sake, married. 

And then there was Mala. Her dear friend Mala, who had chanced upon her and the elderly man while Devaki was riding his rampant erection. She had seen the animal coupling, and she had taken note of her father's need and fulfillment from that encounter and of Devaki's eyes which told Mala she was doing this for Mala. Mala had chosen to remain quiet and Devaki took it to mean that it was okay, given the circumstances. 

Her body raged with lust at the thought of Uncle's animal vigor in fucking her. She dozed off , allowing her juices to flow at the thought of how her ass had thumped on his thighs as she rode him to their mutual ecstasy. 

On reaching home Devaki spent the first hour or so of her arrival with Mala.Uncle Venkat had his room and living space upstairs and had not come down. While Devaki was getting washed up and changed, Mala had gone up and served her father his coffee which he usually took while relaxing on his lounging chair in his room. 

"So how is appa? (father in Tamil)" asked Devaki. 

"Oh, he is coping well. Your presence last time around this house helped us overcome a lot of things," replied Mala, not making any direct reference to the sight she had witnessed. She had heard her father sobbing with relief to Devaki as Devaki milked him dry and allowed him to feed on her breasts. 

The gardener walked in just then: "Amma, come and look at the pots I have prepared". 

Mala got up and gestured up the stairs, "Go look him up. I am sure he will be comforted to see you," she said as she walked away, leaving Devaki to wonder on how far that remark was meant to go. 

Devaki looked up the stairs. She felt warmth spreading through her breasts as she thought of Uncle Venkat waiting up there. Mala's remarks and gesture of walking out into the garden suggested that all this was perfectly acceptable to her. There was innuendo, suggestion, sanction, complicity and gratitude, all together in Mala's gesture and words. 

Who had seduced whom? she wondered. Surely she had made the first move, but it was he who took it as far as it went. Her mind raced over the period she had been with her husband between these two trips. Her body had ached for the hard hands gripping her buttocks and shoulder. She had longed for her nipples to be suckled while being fucked. She remembered with longing the strong thighs on which she sat during bout of frenzied fucking. 

The insipidness of her encounters with her unskilled husband stood in stark contrast to the wetness she was feeling in her pussy just thinking of this man. And as she climbed the stairs any doubts or conflicts between lust and morality vanished. 

As usual, he had his back to the stairs and she tip-toed up to him and covered his eyes with her hands and asked him to guess who it was. 

Venkat Uncle felt the hands and could immediately make out they belonged to a woman. Devaki shivered as she felt his touch. He held her hand and pulled her around to where he could see who it was. The smile on his face softened when he saw it was Devaki, and a spasm of sadness appeared to register on his face. 

"Oh Devaki magale?"(daughter in Tamil). When did you come?" He asked. 

"I have been here awhile". 

"After last time I have been wondering how to face you at all," he whispered. 

Devaki moved the empty coffee cup from the side table next to his lounging chair and sat down on the table next to him. 

"Why?" she asked him with a sparkle in her eyes. "Whatever happened was with both our consent?" she said. "And it was I who started it and you know why. You were just too lonely." 

"That was true of the first day. But what happened on the second day and the way I forced myself upon you was inexcusable," said Venkat Uncle. 

"At least, you had only touched me and we were more or less clothed and it happened in the heat of the moment. The next morning was very deliberate and you even asked me not to go so far. I should have behaved with you the way Venkat Uncle should have behaved with his daughter Devaki " he finished sadly, putting his hand over his face. 

"Oh, uncle!" sighed Devaki as she took his hand and kissed it and held it to her face. She was staring at the floor wondering if the visions of being possessed by the beast in Uncle Venkat were going to evaporate. As she lavished attention on the hand and caressed the arm she could not help turning a bit and looking down at his dhoti.(South Indian male attire) 

And there it was, evidence of her effect on him. His cock had unfurled and was twitching and rising by the second in response to her contact. She turned and looked up at Uncle Venkat smiling with kind eyes and with a sparkle. She was somewhere between feelings for his predicament and her own need, which stood unleashed by their previous sexual encounter. 

Venkat stared back at Devaki. This girl who grew up before his eyes was now a full-bodied woman and had found him a new outlet for his sexual energy. He could not come to terms with that. 

Devaki stared back at him, her eyes boring deep into him and her hands wandering down his chest, to his firm stomach and below. She encountered the wisps of hair on his abdomen and tugged at them idly and slipped under his dhoti to try find his cock. 

Her hand closed around the pillar of hard throbbing flesh. She smiled a sweet smile as if to tell him that it was okay, she was there to take care of him. She stayed sitting on the stool and turned her head to look down at him and see her own hand sliding up and down the cock. She enjoyed that sight of her small hand, his thick cock and the slow flow of pre-cum coating her fingers as she stroked him. "Perhaps," she thought to herself, "I will stay with this satisfaction if he is not comfortable with more." 

She was brought out of her mesmerized state by the sound of a stifled sob. She was startled and looked up to see Venkat Uncle with his head thrown back and tears running down his cheeks. 

"Uncle!" Devaki cried out. She stood up and held his head to her bosom. She kissed him on the top of his head, on his forehead and slowly slid down to sit on him. 

She rocked him to and fro, "Ssssshhh!" she cooed. 

Sobs wracked Venkat Uncle's body. Devaki pressed her breasts to his face, rubbing them against his nose and his lips, wanting him to take the bait, to lip her, to suck at her, to want her. He moaned and sobbed, wiping his tears on her blouse.

"What is the matter?" she asked soothingly. "I need you and its wrong!" as he wept. 

"Nothing is wrong!" she chided him. "We need each other." 

"Is this wrong?" she asked him, her hand returning to his cock gripping it hard. "Does this feel wrong?" she asked, sliding her hand up and down over the silky smooth skin. 

He shook his head to say no. 

"Then -- how -- can -- this -- be -- wrong?" she asked, with each word, working her fist down the shaft. His hands came around her back and he pulled her shoulder to raise her off himself. 

"You are my daughter's friend, like my daughter." 

She tightened her grip on his cock as she fist-fucked him. 

"I am a woman who desires a man," she replied. 

He twisted his hips to get away from her but her hand would not let go. These movements he made only served to send more waves of pleasure through him as her hand changed its orientation. He brought his leg up and placed it on her thigh and pushed back. As he did this, his dhoti fell back and the lower part of him was fully exposed to her. 

She maintained her grip, following the cock through the twists and turns of his body. She pumped his cock in each position his body took. Suddenly they overbalanced and he fell back on the floor, she on top of him. He pushed himself away from her on the floor. She was kneeling and crawled in his direction never allowing him to escape her pumping fist. 

He backed up into the wall below the window and could move away no further. He was lying on the floor, his dhoti in disarray and Devaki prone over him, his cock in her unrelenting fist. He gasped and shuddered as the different positions made her hand sometimes stroke him from below, sometimes from top and sometimes so hard that it bordered on pain. 

She fucked his cock hard with her fist now, since he was against the wall. His hands gripped her wrist trying to stop her. She was determined to overcome his resistance. She moved over him, her torso on top of his face and chest, her head towards his legs. She placed one hand on the floor next to his hips for support and leaning over his thus, she continued her fucking of his cock with her fist.

Her knees gently pinned down his strong arms and her entire weight was on them to prevent them from reaching for her again. Venkat's cock was pulsating wildly. Juices had flowed and Devaki used them as lubricant to keep the pumping going at a furious pace. 

He was conscious of her being tantalizingly poised. Just above his face was her soft tummy and the breasts above that. Her mangalsutra, the symbol of her marriage which he had attended, swung from her neck as she rocked to the rhythm of her fist. 

His hands reached for her thighs to see if he could dislodge her, but the tautly stretched leg muscles ended up seducing his hands. Through her sari he caressed her strong thighs. He reached up to grab her ass and try pull her down, but his fingers detected the edge of her panties. There was no way he could stop her or do anything with her. She was doing everything.

Her hand on which she was leaning ached and she switched hands. She put her hand now on the window sill above them for support. She pushed her hips and her crotch pressed against the top of his head providing her some relief. 

She ground herself down as much as she could and continued with the frenzied pumping of his cock. Her thumb swept over the glans causing him to shudder incessantly. Her lower lip, the symbol of her unbridled lust, was hanging open and wet. Saliva was pooling in mouth which was poised over his cock head, threatening to drip onto the fist and cock below. 

Suddenly Venkat found a new way to resist this assault. He raised his knees and tried to close his leg. 

"Magale!" he called out, his voice muffled by the grinding pussy on his face. "Enough! Let's not make this worse." 

At that moment Devaki knew in a flash as to what would make him surrender. She did something she had never done to a man, not even to her own husband. She lowered her head and her wet open mouth took in the large wet bulb of his cockhead. 

"Haaaah!" hissed Venkat.

Devaki gripped the window sill even harder to help pull her self up so she could descend on his cock with her mouth. The warm wet mouth mimicked the effect of a cunt but with the added pleasure of her tongue which rotated around the cock. 

Venkat gave up as the moist warmth took control of his being and pleasure was the only thing he could register. The woman in the girl he knew had conquered the man in the Uncle he was supposed to be to her. His hips starting to fuck her face as he gave in to the oldest of desires. 

"Mmmmmmmmm" replied Devaki, her hips now totally resting on Venkat's face. 

He opened his mouth and kissed through her sari, petticoat, panties, fumbling to gain access and desperate to feel flesh with his hands or mouth. 

His hands rapidly moved to the waist where her sari was tied. He felt her stomach and tried to pull the garment off. 

Devaki's mouth was a cunt now. It fucked his cock with the devotion needed to make it cum. Her hand stroked the thickness and fondled the balls. 

"My God!" howled Venkat. 

Mala heard the noise and looked up and saw a hand at the sill. Gripping the woodwork once, then pressed against the side of the window. Something was happening there she thought. 

It was Devaki's hand, though Mala did not know that. Devaki was propping herself up to allow her hand more space to regain its predominant masturbating position. 

Venkat's hands were desperate for skin and he grabbed at Devaki's breasts, trying to maul them through the blouse.

Devaki's head bobbed up and down. As her fist went down to his abdomen, the mouth covered the bulb. And as the fist came up she moved her head back. 

And so it was when she moved the fist down that Venkat felt the surge of cum. Her mouth covered his bulb just as he shot a load of his cum. 

"Devakiiiii! Take, take take! This is what you wanted to see your Venkat Uncle do,?" slobbered Venkat as his hips thrashed about. 

Devaki choked on the cum and pulled her head back rapidly. This was beyond her own expectation and preparedness. Her hand milked him and he shot more streams which struck her hair. 

She continued to pump and empty her Venkat Uncle who just kept muttering over and over again, as his balls emptied in several jerks that kept getting shorter. The penis started to soften and Devaki found it hard to get a grip on the flesh, but she was hardly ready to relinquish control. 

She covered the shrinking jut of flesh with her mouth and nibbled at the penis. It continued to jerk and twitch and release fluid into her. She allowed it to flow out of her mouth, pooling under Venkat. Her hands roamed up to his legs, gripped his ankles, felt his toes and pulled at them, making him tingle to his very extremities. 

And suddenly Devaki felt drowsiness wash over her. Tired from the flight and from the wrestling. She quietly slumped to the floor next to Venkat Uncle, all ready to sleep. Her one leg was around his head and her head was resting on his thigh. 

She gently rubbed his torso and felt the hair on his thigh against her soft cheek. Within minutes the couple were snoring gently, exhausted and satiated. He from the self pity to surrender and the subsequent release and she from having healed his sense of hurt and taken him to his release. 

Both woke up. It cannot be said who woke up first, and who started what happened next. It seemed to them like they had slept deeply for hours but it was no more than ten or so minutes. What both of them did realize was that each had the attention of the other. 

Devaki felt hands tug at her sari tucked into her petticoat. A cool waft caressed her lower body. Clearly her sari was also being pulled up to expose her lower body. She herself felt the rough hair on Uncle Venkat's legs as she carelessly stroked his body. 

"Uncle? " she asked. "shall we get up". 

He responded with a long lick on her now exposed thigh, leading up to her crotch, which was still covered by her panties. His hands stroked her from outside of the panties and felt the intense warmth and the dampness that lay within. 

His hands stole up her leg to the top of the pantie and tried to pull down the fabric. He wanted her, open to his lips, the way he had been open to hers. 

She stroked his legs. They were bare. A part of his dhoti was under him but the rest was spread across the floor and she was partly lying on it. They were lying next to each other, each person's head pointing towards the other's foot, side-by-side. 

Venkat raised his upper leg, allowing Devaki all the space she needed to manipulate his cock and balls. Devaki caressed the sac and felt the weight of his cock. She rubbed her face against his legs as she felt her heat soaring. She needed release. 

She felt his hands tugging and pulling at her panties, her petticoat and her sari. She lay on her back and with one swift tug the sari was released. She bunched her petticoat around her hips and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She then turned back towards him. 

Venkat had watched the lewdness of her act and felt his loins stirring again. When she raised her hips he saw her buttocks. When she pulled her panties down he glimpsed the furry patch of regularly trimmed pubic hair. 

She raised her upper leg, stretching the panties tight. Venkat peeled it downward and soon the panties were off one of the legs and resting around the ankle of the lower leg. They were fully turned towards each other.

Devaki took the still not full member in her mouth. She brought up enough saliva in her mouth to surround him with fluid and avoid tasting him so fully. She was so unsure of this. She had never done it before and in the darkness of the room where she and her husband made love there was hardly any occasion when she properly saw what his cock looked like. And here she was, mid morning, sprawled on the floor of her friend's house, her mouth closed around her friend's father's cock. 

She pumped the jut of flesh in and out of her lips as she massaged the rapidly growing member. She took her mouth of his cock for a moment to shake her hair free and he couldn't bear it. 

In an instant his hand was at the back of her head pulling her down. He kissed the inside of her thigh. Just as his tongue was tracing the line of her underbelly, he felt her mouth close on his cock and fuck it in and out of her mouth. 

He frantically grabbed at her pussy with his lips. His lips brushed the furry patch of hair and he nuzzled her, wanting her fluids to flow. He smelled the pungency of her cunt, followed by the aromas of her flowing juices. His hands, large and rough closed in on her buttocks gripping her and pulling her to his mouth and face. 

Devaki gasped. She had rarely if ever been even kissed down there. Uncle Venkat was licking her there! It felt wonderful, and she felt her hips move against his face. Venkat used his tongue on her with a dexterity born of years. 

He remembered how his wife used to holler when he tongued her on the junction of her labial lips, where her clit was. He searched and the tip of his tongue rotated the nub of flesh at Devaki's cunt. 

She squirmed and squealed onto his cock, "mmmmmmmm!" 

When he started to lap at her pussy, she realized his tongue was more dexterous than anything. Including the same Uncle Venkat's cock. No, this was not enough for her. She needed him to lave her pussy with his supple tongue-cock. 




Comfort Zone Ch. 02



She lifted her upper leg to open her cunt wide as a chasm so he could get deeper into her. Her foot rested on the window side for support as she prepared to offer him extended access to her inner flesh. This made her somewhat lean over him. And her face now twisted his cock into the recesses of her mouth. 

Venkat's fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart and his fingers caressed and teased the insides of her ass cheeks bordering her anus. 

Just as she felt his fingers reach an invading position, she pulled her head off his cock and screamed, "No! Uncle, not there!" 

Venkat let his fingers move away for he desperately needed her back on his cock. It was now full and engorged. He put his leg around her head and fucked her face with a steady rhythm. The pleasure on his cock translated to action on her pussy through his lips. Likewise, the waves lashing her pussy caused her to pump his cock with her lips faster and harder. 

Mala in the meanwhile continued to potter around in the garden. From the time she spotted the clenched hands on the window. She looked up towards the window and was startled to see a leg, clearly Devaki's stretched out and resting on the sill. 

The leg moved every now and then. Sometimes bent at the knee and at other times outstretched with toes pointing outward. She watched transfixed and wondered. 

Devaki seemed to be facing the window. Was her father behind Devaki in which case, where was he fucking her, and how? Or if her father was facing Devaki how had he got trapped between Devaki and the wall and what was Devaki's leg doing on the sill? 

It was there, of course, to allow Venkat to get as much of her cunt as he wanted. Devaki moved off his cock and allowed herself the luxury of smashing her wide open, wet pouch of flesh on his face. Her stomach heaved and that was the first sign of the earth shattering wave to emanate from her insides. 

"Yes, Uncle!" she screamed. "Eat me! Eat me! Feed on me! Take me" she pleaded as her hips thrust against his lashing tongue. 

"Aaaaaaaah, Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle..........." she shook uncontrollably. 

Huge gushes of fluid surprised Venkat but he continued to hang on to the bucking and thrashing woman. He was soaked in her and his shirt was stained with her juices. He pulled her buttocks closer to his face and soon his nose and his lips were buried deep between her cunt, her anus and the strip of flesh in between. 

Loud slurping noises accompanied the orgasmic flow as Venkat ran amok with his lips and tongue. He was enjoying the wild moments of this young woman and his only regret was his cock was throbbing and not receiving any attention. 

Devaki had gripped his legs and closed her eyes and given herself up to the nerve wracking pleasure coursing through her body. 

"Uncle, I am your Devaki. Yes, take me. Yes, you have taught me many things -- now pleasure. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hollered as she allowed herself to go fully. She collapsed on him and lay face down on the floor. Her body was trembling and she quivered as jelly would. His hands stroked her ass and her back and he admired the sexy woman.

His cock was raging and he knew he could sink it in her. Suddenly, he realized the incongruousness of their union, and of how this could affect him. 

He had barely overcome the intense sense of guilt from having consumed this girl sexually; his daughter's friend. And now once again. Compromised! Because of this girl. This wanton slutty woman. He was overcome with an anger in which he felt he should blamer her. 

He saw her face down prone body. Her hands were clutched under her chin at her chest. Her body was heaving from the exertions of her orgasm. She too lay there wondering about the acts of lust and lewdness they had performed on each other. 

The masturbation had a logic to it. The fucking was a logical expression of desire and even affection and as she and Uncle looked into each others' eyes. But this, burying their faces between each others' thighs? It was something she had seen only in the odd porn movie and had never experienced.

When she felt his hand at her hips, she thought he was asking her to get up. She raised herself on her elbows, her hips still resting on the ground and her ass jutting towards him. She felt his feet between her legs, and then she felt his knees on the ground; he was kneeling on the ground between her legs behind her. 

What happened next stunned her. Venkat placed his hand on the small of her back and with the other hand guided his cock to caress the entire zone between her buttocks. 

Devaki, shuddered, gasped and twisted and turned towards to take support of the sill and stand up. This she was not going to allow. She was not going to take this illicit relationship to depravity in allowing her Uncle to fuck her in the ass or from behind like a bitch.

All she could manage was a stumble when Uncle Venkat caught her at the window. She was leaning on the sill, bent forward trying to get up. He was on top of her, leaning forward, cupping her blouse-encased breasts. 

"No, Uncle! If we are lovers there is a way to make love! I care for you, I want to tend to you, see you, and love you. I am not a slut, don't treat me like a, like a whore!" she pleaded. 

His hands went to the inside of her thighs and pried her apart. 

"How much I pleaded you to leave it be, that it was a mistake. But no, you insisted on awakening the beast in me. Now you must bear the brunt!" 

So saying, he thrust in this bludgeoning club of a penis forward. Devaki tensed and waited. Her anus was open and she worried about lubrication and pain. Her cunt was dripping- torn between the excitement of animal-ness and the depravity of the animal. 

Her hands were on the window sill and as she tried to move she felt his hands gripping her, holding her in place. It was sheer relief for her to feel the cock push past her cunt lips. It was relief to have her anus left alone. She leaned forward, her head down and her eyes closed as she felt the thickness course through her passage. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she went, as the cock sank in her fully. She opened her eyes and found herself looking out of the window. She was being fucked at the window. 

"Uncle!" she shouted. His cock pulled out and rammed back in.

"Oh my god! Uncle stop!". "Ah! Ah! Ah! This is no way to treat your daughter " sobbed Devaki as she felt herself treated like a slut. Her buttocks tensed and she held herself steady to allow him access and to plunder her cunt. 

"And --was -- that- the -- right- way -- for -- you -- to -- fuck- your- Uncle- Venkat?" he shouted back at her. Each word was one hard invasive thrust of his cock into her juicy flesh. 

"I --ah! Am ready-Ah! To --oh-oh-oh-oh! Love, love, love, you --ooooooooooh! This --aha- this-hunhhh -- this --- is de---ha depravity! Uncle! Uncle stop!" she shuddered. 

"NO! No! No! No! No! If you have made a beast of me, you too are a bitch!" he grunted. Once again, each "no" was a pounding of her now quivering pussy. 

Yah! Yes! Hah! Make me your slut! Ravage me!" whimpered Devaki, grinding her hips back at the plundering cock in an attempt to tame him. The pleasure ripping through her body was indescribable. She had juices running down the inside of her thigh. And her body was tingling. 

Suddenly, Uncle Venkat's one hand slid up her back and into her blouse. The material stretched. The other hand went under and he caught the neckline of her blouse. In one swift motion, he ripped the blouse open, buttons popping, seams bursting and breasts now covered only by her bra. 

"Oh, Uncle! I am your Devaki, treat me like one!" she fucked back at him as her body pulsated under the assault. 

"I only know the slut who awakened all sorts of wild desires in me" he hissed as he undid the bra clasp at the back. The bra now hung open. Her breasts hung with the cups just about covering her tits. 

They thrust and they jiggled as they moved to rhythm of Venkat's fucking. And soon his hands covered them. The nipples were in his fingers, pinched and mauled mercilessly. He pulled at them and gripped the breasts as handles to fuck her. 

"Aaaah! Uncle! You bastard! Taking me like a bitch!" she sobbed as she felt her body wracked with pleasure. He was everywhere at once, in her cunt, on her breasts, slapping her ass and fucking her like an animal. 

Gone was the Venkat Uncle for whom she had wanted release and to tenderly mother him out of his gloom. He was a ravaging beast. Large and animal like. Fucking this small woman, young as his daughter with a lust, half driven by revenge and half driven by his anger at his own self. 

The bobbing head of the woman, the looming large man behind her that was her father, and the loud animal noises emanating from the first floor of her house were not lost on Mala. 

She stood in the garden watching the silhouettes, in some cases more of the bodies showing, sometimes less. The noises, and the screams and the grunts were unmistakable. It was sex of the most animal kind. What Mala could not reconcile was the animal vigor this seemed to indicate. It was at variance to the tender release that Devaki seemed to have engineered in her father the last time around. 

She watched the fingers white with pressure as they gripped the window sill. She moved back to avoid being seen, especially by her father. 

Venkat was sweating, drops of it dripping on to Devaki's ass and adding to the pool of juices between them down her ass. He paused in his stroking and fucking. And in that respite Devaki turned around leaning back against the wall next to the window. 

As the cock escaped from the cunt they both gasped. Devaki quickly caught his reddened and slick cock in her hand and she clenched her fist lightly, open and close to give him continued pleasure. 

"Uncle,! Enough of this temper! Let me love and pleasure you the way you should be." whispered Devaki. He reached out for her cunt with his fingers and stroked the soppy wet lips. 

"Yes! Yes!" He opened his mouth and kissed her for the first time. His lips caressed her lips tasting himself and her. She too tasted their combined juices on him. 

They slid to the floor. Devaki lay back, her legs opened, knees bent, in the classical missionary position. Submitting herself to this man. Venkat knelt in front of her and lifted her body up, to the level where her cunt was splayed over his cock. He held her hips and thrust her onto his eager bobbing member. 

Devaki gasped as she felt the cock plumb her depths. Her shoulder blades were resting on the ground and the rest of her was hanging in air and she was impaled on his cock. 

He moved his buttocks to piston in and out of her cunt. Devaki thrust back as hard as she could. She had to conquer Venkat uncle before he tore her apart today. Her clothes were spread and tangled with his dhoti. Her blouse was torn and hanging back from her arms. Her bra was open. Her breasts were jiggling in rhythm with the thrusting. And her cunt was pulsating with a rhythm all her own. She reached for his arms and pulled herself up. Her hands went around his neck. Her legs folded around his back. 

Venkat's hands cupped her buttocks as he supported her easily in his arms. She looked into his eyes. Her eyes were radiating a new kind of love for this man. Affection, sympathy and lust had melted to yield a deep bond of love. She fucked him back, smiling. 

"Uncle. I love you! I love you taking me, owning me and making me yours!" she whispered. She moved closer to him snuggling around his neck and used the leverage to slide over his cock in rapid quick thrusts. 

"Yes my love! I enjoy you for what you are! Thank you!" he replied.

Then there was silence. Just the fucking in rhythm. Him concentrating on her. And she making sure she was pounding onto his cock on the correct spots. The squelching sounds. The moans and the sighs. The sounds of kissing. Then the rising crescendo of oohs and aahs. 

As Devaki held him to her and thrust her hips against him, she once again was looking over his shoulder towards the staircase. Once again, she saw Mala there. 

Devaki and Venkat were more naked than the last time. They were coupled more deeply than ever, Devaki spread and wrapped around Venkat, and Venkat buried and thrusting inside her.

Mala shook her head slowly in disbelief. Clearly, her father and her friend were beyond that basic act of sympathetic love which she had witnessed the last time. Devaki smiled at Mala and closed her eyes. She felt her orgasm rising and it felt like Venkat was rising to cum too. 

She threw her head back and laughed as she continued to receive and fuck back at Venkat. A deep guttural "Aaaarrrghhhhhh" emanated from Venkat as his cock swelled up to impossibly large proportions. 

"Aaaaawwwyessssss!" responded Devaki, a wide smile spreading across her face. 

They held each other and shuddered deeply. Venkat laid Devaki back and held her legs over his shoulder. He embedded himself as deeply as he could. 

Devaki gasped as she felt him deep in her womb, the head reared and warm jets of semen filling her. She bucked and rocked, taking in as much of it as she could. Mala's eyes were transfixed on the tensed and rippling muscles of her father's back, from shoulder to buttocks. She noticed the spasms as he released into her friend.

And she noticed Devaki's ass thrusting against her father as she twisted, turned and gave vent to her orgasm. 

"Devaki" shuddered Venkat as the last of his spasms emptied into Devaki. 

"Yes, Uncle. My dear uncle!" whispered back Devaki. 

As he let her legs down, she let her heels beat a mild tattoo on his back, his buttocks and to the back of his thighs. Venkat shuddered at each of those and was completely spent. He lay on her and she hugged him tight. She held his head in hands and looked into his eyes. 

"Don't ever complicate this by thinking of what we were for all these years. We just need each other and we will simply take each other. Right?" she asked. 

He stroked her face and pushed her hair back. He was breathless. His throat was constricted. All he could do was nod. She patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle move! It is getting late for me." She re-tied her sari, covering her torn blouse with the sari and demurely stepped down the stairs to see if she could find a new set of clothes to wear for her days work.



Comfort Zone Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Devaki visits Mala in Coimbatore Again

Devaki was once again visiting Coimbatore to attend her best friend Mala's marriage. Her passionate coupling with Uncle Venkat during her last visit two years ago did not in any way come in the way of their friendship. The intervening years seemed to have flown with only mobile chats, sms, and e-mails with her friend Mala. 

Once in a while she got to talk to Uncle Venkat when he was next to Mala when they were conversing. Even through the cell phone she could feel the tingle in her pussy when she heard his gentle but rasping voice. At times she had the immense urge to go uninvited to Coimbatore and meet up with him for an intense bout of passionate sex. 

But with her hubby and growing child she perforce had to suppress these feelings and get on with her monotonous life with her husband and children. Her energetic son however kept her so busy that her libidinous thoughts about Uncle Venkat were far and few. 

Mala went abroad to London for a diploma in geriatric care and returned home only about 3 months ago. 

Since Mala was her best friend, she invited Devaki to Coimbatore a week before the marriage date to be with her and over see the preparation and help her in bridal selections etc. 

Since her son was having holidays it wasn't difficult for Devaki to leave him in nanny's care and go to Coimbatore a week in advance. This opportunity to go to Coimbatore to see her best friend and Uncle Venkat thrilled her no end. 

Her hitherto dormant feelings grew wings and started their flutter. With a great sense of anticipation Devaki caught an evening flight to Coimbatore. The one hour or so flight seemed like an eternity to her. She landed at Coimbatore by 7 pm and proceeded to Mala's house, not very far from Coimbatore airport. 

As soon as she landed she got a call from Mala that she was going away for the night on some important job and will be back the next afternoon after lunch and that Devaki should go home and take the key from the neighbour. Devaki asked Mala about her dad and came to know that he too was away and would be home the next morning. She took the key from the neighbour and as per Mala's written instructions went to the first floor guest room.

She had a wash in a leisurely fashion. Rang up her home and talked to her son. She also gave some instructions to the nanny. Since her hubby had come home she greeted him also. 

Thereafter she went down to the kitchen to have a warm cup of milk and eat fruits, clad only in her terry towel bathrobe thinking that she was all alone in the house . 

However, on entering, to her utter surprise she found Uncle Venkat, bent over the gas range trying to boil milk clad only in his dhoti. On hearing her foot steps he turned around and was equally surprised to see her. 

They looked at each other and Uncle Venkat said "hello daughter" and Devaki responded accordingly. 

Without being consciously aware they had moved close to each other. Devaki was exited to see Uncle Venkat's broad chest naked for the first time and so was Venkat in seeing Devaki in a robe. In their earlier two sexual encounters both were only partially naked. 

In spite of two years separation the old dormant sexual spark between them rekindled by itself and with a sigh Devaki went and hugged Uncle Venkat and buried her face on his gray chest hair. Uncle Venkat too put his arms around her and crushed her to himself. Devaki could smell his pleasant after shave and his manliness. It was a heady feeling. 

At the same time she could feel Uncle Venkat's manhood pressing against her belly button. She lifted her face to look at him and Uncle Venkat brought his lips crushing on to her lips. She opened her lips and greedily entwined her tongue with Uncle Venkat's. His rough face added to her desire. Devaki's insides turned liquid and her legs almost gave way. But for Uncle Venkat's strong arms, she would have collapsed. 

Uncle Venkat's earlier feelings of guilt had vanished. When his rough lips locked on to Devaki's it tasted of sweet peppermint. He thought in wonderment as to how such a young girl whom he had seen growing up in front of him could kindle such an incredible sexual response from him. He gave himself to this wonderful sensuousness without any inhibitions. 

He felt Devaki's nipples harden through the robe and this inflamed him further. His penis seemed to have a mind of its own and was hardening with lust against her belly. Without unlocking his lips, his right hand opened her robe with a jerk and pushed it off her shoulder. The robe slipped down and he realized that she had nothing on underneath. Devaki was in seventh heaven with her lips locked on to Uncle Venkat's. When the robe opened and slipped down, her bare nipples rubbed against his hairy chest and this inflamed her insides further. 

Not to be left behind, she fumbled at his waist and opened his dhoti. She too realized that he was buck naked when his hairy manhood rubbed her navel. 

Both of them unlocked their lips and took a step back to admire each others nakedness at arms length. This was the first time they were seeing each other in the buff. Uncle Venkat feasted his eyes on her red swollen lips, pert breasts, her flat tummy and her pubis which was covered with trimmed silky hair. 

She on her part visually drank in his broad chest with soft gray hair, well muscled abs, biceps and strong thighs. His penis which had given her such enjoyment in their earlier meetings was jutting like a flag pole from a thick patch of partly gray hair.

With a slight nod Uncle Venkat took a step towards Devaki and with his hands under her armpits lifted her in one smooth motion. Her silky underarm hair drove him mad with desire. 

Devaki by pure instinct lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist and her hands went around his neck. Her pert bottom was thus resting on his penis which was hard and horizontal. By now his penis and her pussy were wet with their own secretions. 

Uncle Venkat lifted Devaki thus freeing his cock from its horizontal position to rest at 60 degree position between them. Even without having to look down Devaki adjusted her legs and slowly slid down his waist. Like a perfectly crafted and well oiled piston and cylinder his fully erect penis entered her cunt. Both of them shuddered when it was fully in and clung to each other. Once again their lips were locked to each other. 

They were content to remain locked like this at top and bottom for a while. Their eyes were exchanging their unbridled lust for each other. 

Devaki slowly disengaged her lips with a reluctant sigh and started to move up and down on his manhood. 

Thus freed, Uncle Venkat looked around the kitchen and found the granite topped dining table a couple of feet away. Holding her waist to still her pistoning movement, he slowly closed the table and rested his buttocks on it. Thereafter he freed her waist so that she could once again continue her up and down movement. 

Devaki gradually increased her tempo and within minutes had a massive orgasm. Uncle Venkat too was not far behind. He too let himself loose and erupted into her. This surprised the hell out of them. Uncle Venkat remained hard in her and her cunt in response kept making squeezing movements on his penis. Once again their lips locked and both remained still in the after glow of their respective violent orgasms. 

Devaki could feel his semen slowly seeping out of her pussy as Uncle Venkat's penis started to grow soft. She unlocked her lips and then her legs from around his waist and slid down to stand on the floor with trembling legs. She had to lean onto him to remain steady. 

Except for the initial greetings exchanged when she entered the kitchen only their bodies talked to each other in an unbridled lusty fashion. She buried her face on his chest and sighed. 

He lifted her chin with his finger and staring into her eyes said for the first time "magale(daughter in Tamil), it was wonderful and I am not able to rein in my emotions when you are near me". 

She shushed him and told him that "Uncle this feeling is mutual and lets not feel guilty about it". 

He was amazed at her poise and nodded his head with emotion. He told her that whenever they were alone she should call him Venkat and not Uncle. 

She nodded her head and disentangled herself from him and bent down to pick up her robe and his dhoti from the floor. She cleaned her legs of his semen and cleaned his penis with his dhoti. She then kissed the tip of his limp manhood. 

Still buck naked she told him to sit at the dining table so that she could make light dinner for both of them. 

Her raunchiness elated him and his penis started to harden. He opened his arms for her to come near him. She like a school teacher told him to relax and went to boil milk and cut fruits for both of them. He like a kindergarten child obeyed her. 

He enjoyed watching her naked and couldn't control his erection at all. She served a light dinner for him and with her cup in her hand came and sat on his lap cuddling herself against his half erect penis. Without any words both of them finished drinking their milk quickly. 

She now asked him about his presence at home since he was to have been away and was expected only the next morning. 

He told her that his work was over in the afternoon itself and he came back to Coimbatore to surprise Mala. Since he had the spare house key he had no problem in entering the house. He too didn't realize that she was at home as Mala hadn't told him about her arrival. Their meeting like this, when no one around was wonderful. Devaki couldn't agree with him more. 

Her cell phone rang then and it was Mala calling her to find out about her arrival and if she had settled down comfortably. She winked at Venkat and mouthed Mala's name to him and felt deliciously wicked sitting on her best friend's dad's lap, that too buck naked and chatting with her. 

Venkat too was enjoying this. She got off his lap and picked up their clothes and he picked her up in his strong arms and walked out of the kitchen. She hung on to his neck and when he pointed his chin at the stairs to indicate he wanted to go upstairs to his room, she nodded her assent.

Like a newly married bride, Venkat carried Devaki to his bed room on the first floor without much difficulty. Devaki was relatively light and Venkat was strong. 

Devaki had her left hand around his neck for grip and her right hand wrapped around his shaft like a glove. It quickly became fully erect. As soon as they entered his bedroom, Venkat proceeded to the bathroom and put her down under the shower. 

Without a word he opened the shower and both of them started to soap each other. She lovingly soaped his erect penis and washed it thoroughly. He too gently soaped her breasts and her cunt. They both rinsed themselves of soap and hugged each other. 

Venkat sat at the edge of the bath tub, pulled Devaki close and started to suck her already erect nipples. Devaki's cunt was on fire and dripping wet by now. Venkat's cock was once again rampant and raring to enter her. He got up and gently turned her around and Devaki unlike the last time under stood his intentions of entering her from behind. She bent down at her waist with her hands being supported by the bath tub and quivered with anticipation for his penis to enter her dripping hole.

Venkat obliged her at once. Devaki felt great when he was fully in and started to slowly fuck her. She felt like a mare being serviced by a stallion. Since their first orgasm in the kitchen they had sufficiently recovered to go at it languidly. 

Her pert little buttocks fitted perfectly between his strong thighs. His rough hands cupped her breasts from behind and gently started to squeeze her nipples. He felt a completeness in himself with his naked thighs against her buttocks, feeling her warmth, her lithe and lean body responding to his thrusts, hard yet soft. 

Their ardour slowly increased and his tempo started to pickup. Devaki was in a ecstatic state and her orgasm started to buildup. 

He felt his cock swell inside her and with a strong thrust from him she came shouting his name "Venkat fill me......eee". 

Venkat was in no hurry and was bent on making her having multiple orgasms before he climaxed. Without taking his cock out, he slowly turned Devaki around and sat on the edge of the tub. Devaki had both her legs on the floor with Venkat's thighs between her spread legs. She was still impaled on his cock from behind and literally sitting on his lap. 

With both her hands on his muscular thighs, she moved up and down on his shaft. In this position Venkat's full length was rubbing against her clitoris. 

His hands were once again on her breasts squeezing them. Her orgasmic sensations started from the tip of her toes and slowly traveled up her leg on to her groin and cunt. She started to come and it seemed to her that it will never stop. Venkat continued to pump in and out. Devaki started to scream with abandon.

She was 26 years old and in her 6 years of marriage she had never experienced such sensations. She too was awed that some one three decades older than her can bring her to such a blissful state. As soon as she thought that one orgasm was over, another started to build up. 

Venkat too was finding it difficult to contain himself. He told Devaki that he can't wait any longer and he felt as if his cock was growing larger. He erupted like a volcano and simultaneously Devaki also had a massive orgasm. They both sat like that for a while enjoying the after glow of their explosive lovemaking. When both their ardours cooled they disengaged themselves and once again bathed each other and thereafter dried themselves.

It was 10:30 pm and Venkat told her to sleep with him in his bedroom. Devaki had no hesitation agreeing to this. If he hadn't asked her, she would have proposed the same. 

They both laid down cuddling each other. Two bouts of love making after more than two years gap had left them pleasantly tired, but not sleepy as yet. 

Devaki marveled at his stamina and told Venkat so. He told her that it was only with her that he was able to achieve this and feel like a twenty year old. 

Devaki talked about her child and her husband whose libido was nothing to write home about. 

Venkat shushed her with a kiss and told her to stop comparing and enjoy herself when she got the chance. He too talked about his late wife and how he missed her. He confessed that during their previous meet two years ago he did feel guilty and thought he was taking advantage of her. When he realized that their feeling towards each other was mutual with out any strings attached he stopped feeling guilty and wholeheartedly enjoyed their lovemaking. 

She also told him that from pitying him she started to really lust for him and felt no shame. 

Whilst they were thus talking, her soft hands were caressing his chest, nipples and slowly down to his penis. She took his prick in her hand and started fondling it gently. Devaki slid down the bed towards Venkat's rigid lance of cock-meat jutting out from his crotch and she gasped with raw, cunt-churning excitement. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, moistening them. 

His prick, fat and swollen with lust for the girl, bobbed only a few inches from her mouth. As he watched her, her head tilted forward. Her lips, soft and wet, brushed against the straining head of his prick. A jolt of pleasure sizzled through his loins. His cock jerked and twitched with anticipation. And, again, she kissed the thick crown of his cock, moaning with excitement as she once more made his cock jerk and twitch. 

She gripped the throbbing shaft of his cock and her tongue touched the little slit at the center of the prick-head. When her tongue moved back, its tip was coated with one of the pearly cum-drops that oozed from his prick. She stuck her tongue out again and this time it washed over the sensitive surface of his prick. She coated his cock with the warm moisture from her mouth. Then her lips spread wide and even wider. 

When her face dropped back to his crotch, she quickly swallowed up most of his prick. Her nostrils flared wide as she took even more of his prick into her mouth. Her lips clamped tightly around his stalk of cock and she moved her face up and down on his big, hard prick. Devaki slid her mouth up and down, up and down, finding an easy, natural rhythm that brought fire to Venkat's groin. 

His hips swayed back and forth as he shoved his prick in and out of her face, fucking her mouth with his cock. Every cell and nerve-ending in her body tingled with fuck-lust and an ocean of cunt-juice flowed in her hot pussy. His prick was hard and rigid inside her mouth. 

Her head bobbed up and down as on his cock. She swallowed, drinking down the mixture of saliva and pre-cum. Her tight lips slid up and down the throbbing shaft of his prick. Her tongue licked out hard and her mouth sucked eagerly, impatient for that exciting moment when Venkat would dump his load of cum down her throat. 

Looking down at his cock-sucking friend of his daughter Venkat groaned. His legs trembled with the rush of sensations the young girl's mouth was giving him. She nibbled a bit on the fat slab of cock-meat in her mouth and he groaned again with pain and pleasure. 

Devaki sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing deeply, bringing him more pleasure than pain now. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, baby", he moaned huskily. 

She whipped her stiff tongue around his stiff cock and he shook all over with pleasure. He jerked and twitched as his prick slid over her tongue and halfway down her throat. He knew that he was about to come and he longed for the special thrill he would feel when he came down Devaki's sexy throat. 

His balls were on fire with desire. But he clamped down with all his might, holding back the flood of cum that churned within his nuts. He licked his lips excitedly as he watched his prick move in and out of her lovely, young face. 

Then, as he pulled out of her mouth, her cheeks sank inward, waiting for his next mighty fuck-thrust. The spongy knob of his prick nudged at the back of her throat now. Her nostrils flared again as she sucked in her breath to avoid gagging. Harder and harder she sucked, gobbling up the fat prick-meat that invaded her mouth. 

She took Venkat's cock into her face deeper and deeper, her lips slipping closer and closer to the base of his prick. She licked and sucked, igniting a raging fire that spread throughout his body. She sucked hard, drawing him as deeply as she could into her mouth. Then she let him slide down her throat. And still she sucked thrilled to hear the lust-filled groans that were constantly flowing from him. 

She felt the base of his cock-shaft swell and sensed that he was about to come. Her own body trembled as she felt his prick jerk crazily inside her mouth. She sucked harder, pulling on him, milking him. She licked wildly, whipping his prick with her tongue. 

And he came, with his hot scalding cum blasting into her mouth. His jism splashed over the roof of her mouth and coated her entire tongue and the inner walls of her cheeks. Hot gush spurted from his twitching cum-slit. 

"Commmiiinnngggg"! Venkat cried. 

Her mouth was flooded with the thick, sticky goo from his orgasm and she swallowed. Then she swallowed again and again, drinking down the cream of his come. Then she sucked his spurting prick some more. 

"Ohhhhh, God"! Venkat shouted. 

He groaned with relief as he emptied the last of his cum down her rapidly swallowing throat. 

Then Devaki moved up and kissed Venkat with passion. Now she had her loving Venkat's cum both in her belly and her womb. She looked longingly at him and said, "I love you very much".





Comfort Zone Ch. 03



Venkat made her lie down on the bed and started to kiss her from her lips tasting his cum on her lips and slowly worked his way down wards. Her nipples had hardened like small pebbles and with gentle bites he suckled them like a baby one by one. 

Devaki was enjoying his ministrations by thrusting her nipples into his mouth. Her pussy which was wet when she was sucking him was now dripping wet. 

Venkat seemed to understand that and slid down to smell her pussy and start nibbling around her cunt opening. He drank in her aroma and gently started licking her wet pussy with his tongue. When his tongue touched her clitoris Devaki had goose bumps all over her body. She pressed his mouth against her cunt and started to slowly ride his tongue. 

Venkat shoved his tongue deep into her and moved it around. His rough cheeks were rubbing her inner thighs and it was pain and pleasure mixed. Venkat put his hands under her buttocks and earnestly started to lick her. 

Devaki who was on a short fuse started to cum in waves. Every orgasm of hers seemed to take her to greater heights. She must have come at least thrice before she calmed down. 

Venkat lifted his mouth from her cunt glistening with her juices and she immediately put her mouth on his lips to lick it dry. They now both remained entwined to each other after their orgasms. Both were pleasantly tired and slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

It must have been around 5:30 am next morning when Venkat came awake after a deliciously tired sleep with a massive early morning hard on. Since both were still entwined his cock was lying across Devaki's belly button. 

He looked down at her lying by his side and was once again overwhelmed with emotion mixed with passion. 

Devaki too was coming awake slowly and was murmuring " Venkat... put it into me, don't make me wait, I am already wet for you".

Venkat put his finger on her pussy, felt her wetness and was amazed. He gently kissed her awake and obliged her by rolling over her and entering her slowly. 

Devaki opened her eyes and realized that her dream had really come true and with a sexy smile opened her legs wide to make it easy for Venkat to embed himself fully in her cunt. 

He started to slowly fuck her with gentle strokes and Devaki started moaning. Her ass shook under the impact of his prick. Her cunt-walls burned and tightened with the hot wet pleasure she felt from his driving prick. He was ramming it in and out, in and out, deeper and harder with each forceful thrust into her pussy-hole. 

As Venkat began to slowly grind his hips, moving his ass in lewd circles above her, Devaki began to pump her cunt up and down on his huge cock, clenching and un clenching her tight cunt-walls as tightly as she could around his thick, hard prick. 

Again and again, Venkat stabbed his prick into her cunt, matching the fucking rhythm of her grinding pussy. 

"Venka"' whispered Devaki, looking up at him with moist, glassy eyes. "Fuck me, she breathed, 'oooohhhnnnn ... Oh fuck me ..fuck me hard, hard, hard... Unh! Unh unh! Unhhh! Oh yes...like that... uhhhnnggghhh!" With his hands firmly clutching her jerking ass, Venkat rode her up and down the length of his prick, at the same time lunging up into her wet, squirming pussy again and again with stupendous ferocity. 

Then he covered her mouth with his own, thrusting his rigid tongue between her lips. She sucked loudly and wetly on his hot tongue, pressing her sensuous lips harder and harder against his mouth.

Devaki gripped Venkat's hips with her thighs, grinding her overheated cunt onto his huge throbbing erection. 

"Don't stop, Don't stop!", she panted. 

"Ooooooh, please... fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me hard!....oh god! Uhhhh". 

The bed rocked and reverberated with the noise of wild, unrestrained fucking as Venkat and Devaki went at each other like rutting animals, the excitement of their union fueling their wild, passionate lust for each other. 

Venkat's fingers dug into the smooth jouncing flesh of Devaki's ass as he crammed her flowing slit full of his surging cock. He could tell from the feeling on the head of his prick that it was piercing the very mouth of Devaki's womb. 

The look on Devaki's pretty young face was one of pure erotic bliss. Venkat fucked her with long hard thrusts that made Devaki's pert tits shake and quiver with the sheer force of his deep cock-stabs. 

Soon, Devaki was squealing and jerking like a wild animal in Venkat's arms. She clawed at his back and bit his neck, grinding her overheated cunt down onto his thrusting prick as hard as she could. Her knees gripped his hips for leverage as she thrust her own hips up and down to meet Venkat's rhythm. 

"Oooooh,! fuck me!... fuck me! Uhhhnnnn, I love your cock going up my cunt. It's so big and hard! Ohhhhhh, fuck me faster, fuck me faster!"

He fucked her with love and lust, grabbing her lovely breasts and ramming his big cock deep into her belly. Devaki loved every moment of it. She squealed and whimpered, impaling herself wildly on his prick, begging him in no uncertain terms to ravish her cunt.

"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically, "that's the way I like it. Oh, darling, fuck me like that!.... Yes, oh yessssssss, fuck me... Fuck meeeee!"

Little animal groans of lust bubbled up from Devaki's throat as she writhed in passion on Venkat's pistoning prick. The more Venkat fucked her with his over-sized prong, the hotter she got and the more she wanted! 

His swiftly stabbing shaft induced such a feeling of extreme sensual rapture that for a long time Devaki was unconscious of anything, except the massive hardness pounding incessantly between her slender thighs. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh, fuck me hard Venkat" she whimpered. 

Then it happened. "Ohhhhh, Venkat, I'm commmmmiiinnngg!" Devaki suddenly squealed, grabbing Venkat tightly and pressing his hard body against her soft one. She moaned and tossed her young, body back and forth on the bed, almost making Venkat's prick slip out of her coming cunt. But Venkat held onto her, scooping his hands under her shaking ass and jerking her hips up toward his prick. He rammed her deeper and harder as Devaki continued to come, clenching and unclenching her powerful cunt-muscles around his steel-hard, pleasure-giving cock. 

"Ohhhhhhh, god, it feels soooooo gooooood!" Devaki cried, thrusting her hips up even higher, shuddering violently, and gasping desperately for air as her climax smashed through her again and again. 

"Ahhhhhh, Venkat, commmmiiinnngg"! She moaned loud and long. 

Her hot body thrust and humped upward, driving higher and higher. Her tightly clenching cunt-walls sucked at his cock, trying desperately to milk it of his hot, thick jizz. She pumped her ass off the bed, feeling her tits shaking and bouncing with her every lewd move. Her cunt-walls spasmed and out gushed her hot pussy-juice. It spilled out of her cunt and trickled down her firm thighs, splashing onto the bed between her legs. 

"Oh, god, Venkat, fuck me, fuck meeeee"! She yelled. 

It was the most exciting orgasm of her life, long, hard, and shatteringly powerful. 

She didn't know how Venkat could hold back his own cum, but she sensed that he was doing it for her sake, to make her orgasm better, and it was working. 

The young girl's long, sharp fingernails clawed at his shoulders and back as she came and came, grinding her pulsating clit up and down along the thick shaft of his hard prick. 

Venkat was ready to come as he felt Devaki's orgasm finally easing off. He realized that he had just given her the most exciting climax she had ever had. He wanted her to have several orgasms before he himself came. His cock was still rock hard and he continued to fuck her until she whimpered and came again, her squirming pussy bathing his cock in a deluge of hot, oily lubrication. 

Venkat was still fucking Devaki powerfully, guiding her from one climax to another. He could feel her little cunt-walls contract tightly around his cock with her every orgasm. 

Soon Devaki cried: "I'm going to come again,!"

"oh, yeah!", groaned Venkat, feeling her third orgasm rip through her slender, quaking body. Each climax seemed bigger and more intense than the last. 

Venkat marveled at the way the girl could come so hard one second, yet be instantly aroused the next. His cock was rock-hard, and sometimes felt like it was about to blow any second. Yet every time Devaki climaxed, his stamina seemed to return and he simply fucked her more.

Venkat soon felt a mighty climax racing upwards from his balls, engulfing him like a tidal wave. "Uhhhhhhhh! Fuck! I'm cummmming, baby!", he yelled, "ooohhhh, Yeahhhh, cumming in your tight fucking' cunt!" 

Devaki squealed with pleasure as she felt Venkat's cock, swell and squirt deep up inside her, flooding her womb with jet after jet of hot, creamy cum. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, bucking her little hips up to receive his precious load. 

After consummating their love, Venkat and Devaki lay together on his bed in each others embrace, savouring the bliss of their union. 

They felt no guilt. For Venkat the feeling was sensual and erotic. This uninhibited sharing of each other cast away his loneliness and he was at peace with himself. 

Devaki too felt great. This sexapade since her arrival last evening seemed a God given solution to the boring sex life at home with her husband. 

Both knew that such moments won't last for ever. They realized the need to be circumspect with so many relatives coming for the marriage. Fortunately for them both their bed rooms were next to each other and this made things that much simpler. They both knew that there was no point in worrying about what would happen once Devaki left Coimbatore and decided to make the best use of any opportunity they got during Devaki's stay till Mala's marriage was over. With a long lingering kiss they broke off to face the remaining days.



Comfort Zone Ch. 04



Comfort Zone 4: Mala gets married

Mala and Krish got married on a Friday. Their wedding was a great and happy affair lasting two days, typical of a South Indian marriage. Since the families were known to each other, all the functions went off very well. Venkat was happy to see his pretty daughter married at last to a smart young man of her choice. So was Devaki. 

Krish a MBA was working in a MNC at Chennai and had no plans of going abroad for a job as was the trend amongst youngsters. This made Venkat happy since he didn't have to go abroad to see his daughter once they were married. Mala too was happy since she would be in the same city as her dear friend Devaki.

Till the wedding was over, Venkat and Devaki hardly got the opportunity or time to remain alone because of the marriage preparations and the house was filled with relatives. They could only exchange brief lustful looks. Only once during the reception group photo shoot were they next to each other. 

The photographer made them stand one behind the other next to Mala and Krish. As is the custom, Venkat was dressed in a silk dhoti and shirt. Devaki was dressed in an elegant silk sari. Because a large number of friends and relatives had to be accommodated in the group, they all stood very close to each other.

This forced Devaki to back into Venkat who was directly behind her. The photo shoot did take a bit of time and this proximity kindled their pent up desires. 

While Devaki backed into him, she could feel Venkat's semi erect cock burrowing into her ass. This was lecherously delicious to Devaki. She adjusted her self in such a way that Venkat's organ was right on her crack. 

They stood glued to each other till the photo shoot was over. No one suspected a thing. Devaki could feel her cunt juices wetting her panties and her nipples hardening. 

Venkat too was in seventh heaven with a leaky cock. It took all his effort not to crush Devaki into him and ravish her. 

The next afternoon Mala and Krish left for Chennai. At Mala's request Devaki stayed one more day to help Venkat put the house in order after the marriage. If she suspected anything between her dad and Devaki, she kept it to herself. 

Venkat and Devaki went to the airport to see the couple off and returned home in a tearing hurry. 

Devaki opened the door and stepped inside the house. Venkat who entered the house behind her was very excited and started sliding his hands on Devaki's breasts even before the door was fully shut. 

He held her sari in his hand and gave it a little tug making all the pleats tucked inside her petticoat come out. He further pulled off the petticoat cord to make it fall on the floor. Devaki pitched in by removing her blouse and bra.

He threw her sari to one side and started sliding Devaki's panties down making her totally nude. Devaki in the mean time turned around and unbuttoned Venkat's shirt. As usual he was not wearing any vest underneath. She pulled off his dhoti and slid down his boxers making him totally nude. 

Venkat then took her in his arms and started kissing and sucking her nipples. Devaki caught hold of his cock and started caressing it lovingly. She gently moved Venkat's mouth from her breasts and knelt down in front of him and took his rampant penis into her mouth. 

Venkat looked down again in wonderment at this young sexual goddess who was making his life gorgeous. He gently pried her mouth loose from his cock and lifted her up and took her to the drawing room love seat and lovingly laid her on it.

Venkat now knelt down on the carpet and started to passionately kiss Devaki and she responded by opening her mouth and entwining her tongue with his. At the same time his fingers were gently stroking her pussy and Devaki started to moan. 

He realized that her pussy was smooth as a baby's bottom. During their earlier tryst it was furry. This inflamed him further.

He then slowly entered two of his fingers inside while rubbing it slowly in a circular motion. 

Devaki started fondling his fully erect penis and his balls. Slowly Venkat started moving down. He was now sucking her nipples whilst his fingers continued to explore her pussy. 

Devaki was moaning with extreme excitement and pleasure. 

"Aaaahhh.......... mmmm uuuhhh, I love you Venkat". "Ummm....suck my nipples my lover .... yessss.... aaahhh, Venkat ..... my love"

He left her taut nipples and tongued her belly button. Slowly his mouth moved down and started to kiss the smoothly shaven lips of her now very wet vagina. He opened the cunt lips a little with his finger and took his tongue inside. The very touch of his soft tongue sent her into spasms.

He started to move his tongue in all directions. Firstly he moved it in a circle, touching every wall inside her vagina, and later started moving his supple tongue in and out. Though he had performed such cunnilingus earlier, it still felt wonderful to Devaki. It was as if he was fucking her with his tongue. 

Devaki began to cum and release her juices. She was crying with pleasure and was unable to control herself. She uninhibitedly shouted: " Oh.. Venkat I love your tongue fucking me.... don't stop till I run dry". 

Venkat was galvanized hearing this from his young lover and redoubled his ministrations of her cunt with his tongue. Devaki came twice more and purred with happiness.

"Venkat every time you are with me I experience some new sensations. How will I ever be able to live without you". I want you inside me now". She literally begged Venkat to put his penis inside her.

Venkat stood up and Devaki could see his long steel erect cock dripping precum all over. He slowly slid over Devaki on the love seat and caressed the lips of her vagina with his cock. With her highly advanced state of arousal and both their juices dripping, his big organ entered her cunt in one smooth motion on its own violation. 

She raised her legs high and wrapped them around his waist, encircling it so that he got deeper into her. With a delicious sigh Venkat was fully buried in her cunt to the hilt.

Neither of them moved. Devaki started to moan with pleasure. She started to squeeze her vaginal muscles over his cock rhythmically. 

"Oh God Devaki, where did you learn to do this" he stammered.

"Venkat love, there is nothing to learn, we girls have a lot of practice in cunt squeezing while delivering a baby and I on the spur of the moment experimented it on your loving cock, its as as simple as that."

"Its simply mind blowing" replied Venkat in wonderment. 

Devaki asked him to similarly expand and contract his cock inside her cunt. Venkat who had never tried such a thing earlier obeyed her and was successful. They both slowly got into a proper rhythm wherein whilst she squeezed her cunt muscles he expanded his cock and vice-versa 

Venkat marveled at this nubile young girl's sexual antics and with years of fucking behind him had never experienced this type of love making and told her so.

Devaki told him that nothing was preplanned and only with him could she try all these new techniques for variety and enhanced sexual pleasure. She was sure that he would have no reservation in trying out such things with her.

"Devaki, I think I am the luckiest 60 odd years old widower in the world, and every moment I spend with you seems to peel off couple of years in my age." He told her with a lust filled catch in his voice.

"Venkat love, after you pleasured me for the first time I knew that I was the luckiest girl to have a wonderful friend like Mala and a gorgeous you as her dad. If there's any such thing as another birth, I would love to be born in a similar way and be with you" she gushed.

Saying this she gradually stopped squeezing her cunt muscles and started to buck her pussy against his cock. Taking the cue from her, Venkat too started humping her slowly and increased the tempo. Every time he came down, his dick would penetrate still deeper and farther inside her and making her cry out loud in pleasure. 

"Aaaahhh...Venkat..... Love You Venkat..ummm.... give me your love.... aaahhhh.... uuummmaahh.....yeah... more.... give me more.....give me all"

Venkat too started moaning in excitement. "Yeahhh..... Devaki...I'll fuck you my love, fuck you hard, you are the greatest fuck".

Venkat kept on stroking steadily and Devaki lost track of how many times she climaxed. Each one seemed to be better than the one before. Devaki's brought her hands which were around Venkat's neck down and some how managed to start caressing his balls. This took Venkat over the edge and he had a mighty orgasm. She cupped his balls gently and squeezed the love juice out of him.

His cock kept on pouring copiously, till it started overflowing and his cum began to get pooled on the love seat. Both were completely satisfied. Devaki couldn't imagine that any one could satisfy her the way Venkat could. 

They both dozed for a while in the same position with his cock buried inside her cunt, even after it had softened. 

They both got up after a while and went upstairs. Like the day Devaki had arrived, they both bathed each other feasting their eyes on each other's nakedness. 

Since they had the whole house to themselves they didn't even bother to get dressed after the bath. Both went down to have a light dinner in the kitchen feeling deliciously naughty.

After the dinner they put on some clothes and put the house in order for couple of hours and went to bed. Since Devaki had to catch the Chennai flight at 7am, they decided to call it a day. 

However, Devaki insisted that being their last night together, she wanted to sleep naked with him with his cock buried in her cunt. Venkat was more than willing. 

They both laid down on their left side spooned into each other. Their naked bodies were tightly pressed against each other. His cock in a semi erect state went into her cunt from behind with his right hand holding her right breast. They both slept like that. 

Around 4am Devaki came awake slowly and found that his cock though in a softened state was still in her pussy and felt delicious. 

She caressed his rough right hand encircling her right breast and whispered, "Wake up Venkat, I'll have to get up and start getting ready."

Venkat woke up and he too realized that he was still buried in her. He slipped his cock out, turned her towards him and kissed her deeply and said, "You are not going anywhere as yet my love. My soon rampaging cock will not let you leave. I am not sure when we will meet and hence I want this morning's fuck to be remembered by both of us for a long time".

"I too would love that, but I have to be in time to catch my flight.". Devaki purred with longing in her voice.

"There are enough flights during the day and you can catch the 10am flight" said Venkat.

Venkat started sucking her tongue; both went at it hungrily. Venkat kissed her neck. He kissed behind her ears. He bit her ear lobes with his teeth lightly. He kissed her cleavage, fondling her nipples while kissing her cleavage. Venkat looked at her and said, "Devaki you are a sex goddess". 

His thick big cock was erect and pointing at the ceiling. Devaki started kissing his chest. Took his nipples between her lips and sucked on them. She felt Venkat shiver. Nobody had ever sucked his nipples. Not even his late wife Kalyani. 

Devaki was flat on her back. Venkat spread himself over her. He caressed her face and looked into her eyes. They were lip locked and started sucking each other. Devaki wrapped her legs around him. His hard cock was pressed on her triangle. 

Devaki raised her arm and he caressed her armpit so lovingly and kissed it. He looked at her and told her that she smelt wonderful.

Venkat kissed her belly button and his lips traveled further south. He started caressing her thighs with his lips one after another. He kissed the insides of her thighs and trailed back towards her pussy. Her smooth beautiful pussy intoxicated him.

He started licking her clit. He kissed the corner from where her thighs started, just below her pussy. Devaki was shivering expecting his tongue on her outer lips and he obliged. He devoured them. Her whole pussy was in his mouth, his saliva combining with her now flowing pussy juice. The sensation was unbelievable. 

He now started lapping her slit. Devaki raised her legs and made it easy for him. She widened her pussy lips with her fingers. Her beautiful labia opened up for him. As he licked there, pressure started building in Devaki. His tongue flicked her clitoris, and she started to cum. It was a massive orgasm. She locked his head in between her thighs.

Venkat stopped doing anything except lapping up her love juices. A continuous stream of thick love juices started flowing from her pussy. She felt as if all her bodily sensations had rushed to her pussy and told him, "Venkat that was awesome". 

Devaki now pulled him up from between her thighs and started showering kisses on his face. She sucked his lips, tasting her juice from his lips. In the mean time his impatient cock head found its way into her cunt in one super smooth motion and was buried to the hilt. 

Venkat started to languidly fuck her. They both realized that they had only couple of hours to themselves and wanted their love making to last as long as possible. He gently without missing a stroke put her legs around his neck, so that she was opened fully to him. His long cock once again was moving in and out like a well oiled piston.

Devaki matched him stroke for stroke with her upward stokes. She felt heavenly. Venkat started moving faster and faster. Devaki was moaning with pleasure and started to come like never before. 

Venkat too was reaching his peak and with a massive shove started to ejaculate load after load of cum in Devaki's pussy. Once his stroking stopped, Devaki once again squeezed him dry with her cunt muscles like the evening before. 

They both remained entwined in the after glow of love making and with great reluctance got up to get ready for Devaki's departure. 

The only thought in both their minds was when will they be able to meet again. Devaki asked him whether he will visit Chennai in the near future now that Mala had settled there. He told her that he would love to and let her know if he did. With that promise, they shared a mind boggling kiss before leaving the house for the airport.



Comfort Zone Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Devaki shifts to Coimbatore

It's been six months since Mala got married and settled down in Chennai. Her home was not very far from Devaki's and both of them spent a lot of time together when ever possible. 

Devaki's son Karthik got along famously with aunt Mala and uncle Krish. Devaki's husband Kumar too became quite fond of the newly married couple in his own reserved way. 

Mala picked up a job close to her heart: geriatric care and remained busy. Devaki as usual did not work and continued to remain a homemaker. 

On Devaki's return from Coimbatore after the marriage, Mala enquired about her dad and Devaki told her that he was happy that Mala was married, but a bit down that she was away from him. He said he would soon get used to that. 

Mala broached the subject of Devaki's time with her dad and Devaki was honest enough to admit having had a good time with him and both she and Venkat uncle had no regrets as to what happened between them, without going into details. Mala too was at peace that her dad was happy. Her only worry was him staying all alone at Coimbatore.

Mala tried her level best to get her dad move to Chennai and remain in the same city. Venkat politely refused this suggestion since he liked being independent and wanted Mala to have her own life. 

Though reconciled to her father's decision, it still nagged her once in a while. Devaki also advised her to leave Venkat alone. In her heart of hearts, Devaki was hoping like hell for Venkat to agree to Mala's proposal and shift to Chennai for obvious reasons.

Providence thought otherwise. It intervened in the form of Kumar, Devaki's husband's new business venture. He had succeeded in buying tea estates in the Nilgiri Hills, four hours drive away from Coimbatore. Therefore he decided to shift to Coimbatore along with Devaki and Karthik to remain close to the tea estates. 

This was heavenly music in Devaki's ears and she was ecstatic. When she conveyed this to her dear friend Mala, she too was happy that Devaki would be in Coimbatore and be able to look after her dad in emergencies. 

Mala conveyed this to her dad. Venkat was stunned and told her that it was a great piece of news and he too was ecstatic. He suggested to Mala that Devaki and her husband with their son could move to another house of his, next door to the present one. Kumar was not averse to this and told Devaki to attend to the shift.

Devaki messaged Venkat: "Dearest, I think we were meant to be close to each other and it has come about in a way I could never imagine. Can't wait to shift and be near you". 

Venkat who was euphoric replied:"Yes my love, I couldn't agree with you more. Hope all our wishes will be fulfilled. I am thrilled that you are all going to stay next to me." 

Devaki and her family shifted to Coimbatore and with Venkat's help settled down quickly. Kumar who was an alumnus of Lawrence school Lovedale a residential school near Ooty was keen that Karthik too studied in the same school. 

Devaki was not all that enthusiastic about her only child staying in a hostel from such a young age. It took a lot of convincing on Kumar's part to make her agree to the proposal partially. He went to the extent of roping in Venkat uncle for support.

Since Lovedale was only four hours by road, Devaki eventually agreed. Karthik who was six years old was more than keen to study in the school in which his dad studied.

Devaki, her husband, and Karthik drove to Lovedale over the weekend and got the child admitted in Lawrence School. Karthik fell in love with the sylvan surroundings in which the school was located. Devaki too grudgingly admitted that it was a good choice. Having stayed in Coimbatore till she got married, it was her first visit to Lovedale, though she has crossed that place and gone to Ooty many a times.

The academic session was to start two weeks hence and they returned to Coimbatore after an overnight stay at Lovedale. 

Since Kumar was busy with his business, it was left to Devaki to sort out the child's admission preparations. Kumar had requested Venkat uncle if he could help, to which he agreed whole heartedly. It looked as if providence was throwing them together on its own.

Venkat and Devaki went around shopping in Coimbatore, with an enthusiastic Karthik in tow and the nanny. Devaki who was apprehensive initially was highly amused and overjoyed when the youngster started to call Venkat 'Thatha' (grandfather in Tamil). 

Venkat too was thrilled to bits. She looked on indulgently when the 60 and 6 years old males accompanying her started getting on famously and were engrossed in each other. After shopping they visited a mall to have lunch and then Karthik watched a two hour animated movie along with the nanny. Karthik was ecstatic. 

Venkat and Devaki went and sat in another theater close by to watch an adult movie. Though Devaki was in Coimbatore nearly a week, this was the first time she was really close to Venkat. Even in her wildest of dreams she never imagined that she would be with her lover Venkat in a public place. It was heady, at the same time she felt deliciously illicit.

As usual Venkat was in his dhoti and a collarless long silk shirt known as 'jibba' in Tamil. Devaki was wearing a sari with a sleeveless blouse. She cuddled close to him as soon as the lights had dimmed in the theater and rested her pretty head on his right shoulder.

As luck would have it, they were sitting in the last row and had the box enclosure all to themselves. Surprisingly the seat was like a love seat with no armrest between them. Venkat put his arm around her and hugged her fiercely, caressing her soft uncovered shoulder. 

He gently placed his lips on Devaki's luscious mouth looking up at him and entered his tongue inside. Devaki whimpered into his mouth. His hand left her right shoulder and slipped underneath her sari to cup her right breast. Devaki squirmed in her seat. She could feel her pussy getting wet and rubbed her thighs together. 

Her left hand reached across and felt his dhoti all tented up. She felt his cock heat through his dhoti and caressed it. It jerked in her hand. Devaki lovingly started fondling his fully erect cock over his dhoti. 

Not to be left wanting, Venkat' fumbled in the dark to open her blouse to gain access to her breasts. Devaki deftly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Now Venkat slowly started massaging her tits. It stiffened in his fingers like smooth pebbles. She gently turned half left and lowered his head and fed her left nipple into his hot mouth. 

Venkat started to lovingly feed on them like a baby. Luckily he had the presence of mind not to slurp whilst sucking them. Her juices started to flow and she mashed his lips on her boobs.

Devaki now methodically pushed Venkat's long shirt up and opened his dhoti. It's basically a wraparound dress, easy to wear and equally easy to remove. Once his boxer was exposed she pulled his cock out of the front opening in the boxer. 

In the engorged state it was in, it took a bit of effort on her part to pull it out. It did pain Venkat, but the pleasure of being held in her dainty hand overtook the pain. She commenced massaging the silken skin. She disengaged her nipples from his mouth and he straightened his head and whispered, "What's wrong".

Devaki whispered back, "Nothing" and before he realized she bent down and her lips engulfed his organ. Venkat couldn't help emit a low moan in pleasure. 

The rows were widely spaced for comfortable leg room. Without taking her mouth from his cock, she knelt down in front of him between his knees and started sucking him earnestly. 

Venkat once again marveled at her sexual imagination and surrendered himself completely to her ministrations of his raging cock. 

Devaki opened her mouth as wide as she could and took in his cock head and started rhythmically bobbing her mouth up and down his shaft and simultaneously licking the side of his long cock. She started to deep throat his penis and it slid down her throat. She tasted the precum that filled her mouth. 

Venkat was overwhelmed and his orgasm started from his extremities and he ejaculated into Devaki's mouth in a deluge. It went straight down her throat. She ensured that not a drop spilled out. Venkat with great difficulty managed not to yell when he climaxed. 

He pulled her up and made her sit next to him and kissed her with passion. He made sure that all his cum was licked clean from her mouth. Mingled with her saliva it tasted heavenly.

Next his hand slipped down and slowly managed to get into her panty. He zeroed on to her clit which was dripping wet and commenced rubbing it gently. This went on for a while and Devaki also had a massive orgasm. 

She climaxed noiselessly with a shudder. Having satisfied each other in a remarkable fashion both of them got dressed properly and relaxed till the movie got over. Fortunately for them, the theater was very well air-conditioned and their sexual tryst did not make them sweat.

Devaki whispered to him; Venkat, now that I am here permanently, it is going to be very difficult for me to remain away from you. I love my husband and child, but my love for you seems to be on a different plane altogether. Its not just infatuation as I thought initially"

Venkat whispered back: "The feeling is mutual my love. After your second visit to Coimbatore I started falling in love with you. Your trip here for the marriage clinched my feelings for you. 

In fact once the marriage was over, I thought of shifting to Chennai to be in the same city as you. Mala's invitation to me to come to Chennai and settle down seemed God sent. But, I didn't want things to get complicated for you and I knew that separation will make my love for you stronger."

He continued. "I didn't know miracles existed in this day and age. You coming here is nothing short of a miracle. We need to be circumspect so that we don't give rise to suspicion in anybody's mind. I am very fond of young Karthik and Kumar also is a decent bloke. 

"I don't want to hurt anybody. Our love is out of this world and we will nurture it as secretly as possible. Our houses are connected to each other via the terrace and I have a cozy penthouse there. We will be able to meet there to consummate our love for each other".

Saying this he once again kissed her with passion and told her that," Don't worry love, we will take life as it comes." When she heard this, Devaki's heart swelled with pride and affection for this wonderful lover of hers.

She told him; "I consider myself to be the luckiest girl in this world to have a lover like you. I love you with all my heart. I will obey you as your daughter's friend and as your lover. We will get together only when Kumar is away". He nodded his assent.

After the movie was over, they went to the next theater and picked up Karthik and nanny and drove home. Venkat on reaching home quickly arranged for the penthouse to be done up. He also got a spare set of keys for Devaki so that she had complete access to that room. They decided to communicate through coded SMS.

In the meantime Devaki joined a NGO group and started doing social work to keep herself busy and started to enjoy it. Venkat was the one who got her into this after taking permission from Kumar. 

Two weeks later, Kumar and Devaki drove to Lovedale to put Karthik in Lawrence school. After staying there over the weekend they returned to Coimbatore. Devaki suddenly started to feel Karthik's absence from day one. The busy social work schedule saved her from turning depressed and lonely.

Couple of days later Kumar left Coimbatore on an extended business trip for a week or so. Devaki messaged Venkat that she will be waiting for him in the penthouse after dinner. 

When Venkat entered the penthouse and switched on the light he found Devaki reclining on the bed very much like a duskier version of Spanish painter Goya's 'The Naked Maja'. She had her hands behind her head. Her right leg was slightly inclined to the right and on top of her left ankle. Her pussy and underarm were clean shaven and smooth like silk. He was once again amazed at her raunchiness. 

Since he was dressed only in dhoti, he too got naked in a jiffy and joined her on the bed. For a while they worshipped each other with their eyes. Venkat saw Devaki's nipples hardening in front of his eyes. Devaki noticed that his cock was fully erect. 

Her eyes opened wider when she found that Venkat had shaven his pubic region completely and it was smooth. Without his salt and pepper bush, his organ looked longer and sexier. She told him so.

He replied that since her pussy was smooth shaven, he wanted to reciprocate. He also wanted to see how it looked when both their hairless organs were coupled to each other. Devaki told him: "You too seem to be thinking of some thing new every time we meet." 

"Yes my doll, with a sexy teacher like you, I have no problems in thinking out of the box." 

Saying this he gently took Devaki in his arms and meshed his lips on hers. They both remained fiercely lip locked for a while with their bodies were entwined to each other.

Devaki held his head and caressed his hair. Venkat left her lips and gently bit her boobs. Their eyes were mad with lust. Her hands now caressed his smooth and hairless erect dick, dripping already. 

She looked at it longingly. She held it with her hands and Venkat felt hot stabs of pleasure. She kissed the top and then took it in her mouth. She started sucking his dick with great care and tongued it thoroughly. 

Venkat gently turned her around and got into 69 position. He was below and she was on top of him. He started to kiss her sweet smelling and clean shaven pussy and massaged her clitoris and labia with his lips. 

He licked her smooth labia and proceeded to inner lips. He clamped his wet lips around the pussy and then sucked hard. Devaki moaned. He continued licking her pink looking clitoris up and down and flicked it with his tongue. 

"Ooooohhh.....! Venkat lick my clit right there." Devaki responded. 

Venkat intensified licking her now swollen clit and Devaki yelled; "I am cumming my darling" and climaxed. 

He felt her pussy wet and dripping, with her cum. He put his mouth and sucked her and swallowed every drop of her sweet cunt juices. 

She goaded him on, "Oh God Venkat, go on its soooo.... good! Aahhh....! I 'm about to cum again". He increased his speed and licked harder and faster. She screamed again and had another massive orgasm.

Venkat left her pussy and slowly moved his lips up and started to lick the area between her cunt and anus. He saw her puckered hole from close quarters and he couldn't resist flicking his tongue over it. 

Devaki who was basking in the after glow of her 2nd orgasm jumped and almost dislodged her cunt from his lips. Venkat held on to her tightly.

Venkat told her to relax and continued licking her anus. Devaki felt nice and started to enjoy his ministrations there. She relaxed and this opened up her hole further. Venkat tentatively put the tip of his tongue inside and when she didn't object started to slowly shoving it inside. 

This was the first time Venkat had kissed anyone there. Not even his late wife Kalyani. In any case, Devaki was the only other woman with whom he had been intimate. 

Her clean hole tasted tangy but pleasant. His tongue went in further and started to systematically piston in and out. Devaki who had been averse earlier to any interest being shown on her anus was now craving for it. 

The sensations were different from the licking she received in her cunt, but equally enjoyable. 

Every time she was with Venkat, he seemed to be taking her to new heights of sexual gratification. Her hips now started to move in time with his tongue going in and out of her anus. She was soon fucking his mouth with her ass. The third orgasm started to build up and both she and Venkat increased their tempo. 

And this third orgasm was violently wonderful. She ground her ass on Venkat's face and lips and for a while Venkat had to hold on to his breath so as not to suffocate. However it was her cunt which once again let out its juices. She felt as if her ass was trip wired to her cunt and triggering such a cum. 

Though in a 69 position with Venkat's cock in her mouth, Devaki was pretty engrossed in her own pleasure all this while. She now started sucking his dick more passionately. With no hair on it, it kept going in and out of her mouth smoothly. She slipped his organ out of her mouth after a while.

She began to trail her mouth down the shaft and reached his smooth shaven balls. She gently took them one by one in her mouth and sucked on them like a child would do to a lollipop. Venkat felt sensational.

She now started licking the area below his balls and reached hid anus. Venkat started to squirm and tried to get away. She told him that she too wanted to try what he did to her a while ago.

He let her have her way. Her tongue commenced its action slowly. It began to ream in and out of his hole. His hole was fully lubricated with her saliva.

She now wet her fingers with her pussy juice and slowly inserted her little finger in his anus. Wet with her juice and his own juices it slipped in smoothly. She started to finger fuck his anus. Venkat started to mew like a cat with pleasure. She took her little finger out and quickly replaced it with her middle finger. This being longer, it went in more. His sphincter muscles started to open and close in timing with the in and out motion of her middle finger. 

Devaki started to caress his insides gently in a circular motion feeling around for a knobby flesh and found his prostate. She started to massage it rhythmically. Her mouth continued sucking his cockhead. 

Venkat was already in a high state of arousal because of her fellatio and her finger fuck. Her massaging of his prostate made his hips to start shuddering in ecstasy. He was conscious of his cock in her mouth and made sure she didn't choke on his huge organ.

Devaki on her part now had only his cock head in her mouth and started to suck it with gusto. Venkat went over the edge and started to climax with the ministrations on his cock and prostate. Devaki swallowed as much of his cum as possible. 

He was discharging his cum in a deluge. He had never before cum so violently. It spilled over on to her chin and chest. 

Like a delayed fuse he vocalized his feelings: "My God Devakiiii... I am cumming and cumming and am unable to stop." It dribbled to a stop eventually.

He quickly pulled his dripping cock out of her mouth and slid down her body. He mashed his lips on Devaki's which was full of his cum with passion. Devaki passed some of his cum back to him and swallowed the rest of it. Both their bodies were entwined to each other in the after math of passionate sex. 

They disengaged their lip lock and looked deep into each other's eye. Both were highly satiated after a bout of such unconventional sex. Once again they had shed their earlier inhibitions and were ready to experiment hitherto untried sexual acts. 

"When did you ever think of stimulating my prostate? Even though I have read about it, I thought it was only gays who did this", asked Venkat. 

She told him; "It looks like you haven't read "Kamasutra. It tells you about this. But I went through 'Wikipedia' to find out more and how to go about it. I wanted to give you pleasure in as many ways as possible." 

Venkat told her: "My sexy little love Goddess, you are one day going to kill me with your sexual variety and I wouldn't mind dying cumming in your cunt or in your mouth like now".

Devaki replied: "It's the same with me. I too wouldn't mind lip locked or hip locked like this with you when my time is up".

The next night Devaki wanted to make love on the open terrace. It was a full moon night and she wanted to be fucked by Venkat under the moon and stars. Venkat too was game. 




Comfort Zone Ch. 06



Comfort Zone 6: Devaki has a baby



Karthik had a wonderful Christmas vacation with his parents. Kumar managed to find time and they went on a long outing away from Coimbatore. It was a thrill for young Karthik. Devaki too enjoyed it. It kept her mind away from the baby factor.

Karthik retuned to the school and Devaki did take a bit of time to start getting used to his absence. Two months later Lawrence School celebrated its founder's day and parents were invited for the same.

Kumar and Devaki were all set to go. In the eleventh hour due to an urgent business commitment Kumar could not accompany Devaki.

Kumar therefore requested Venkat uncle to escort Devaki to Lovedale which he gladly accepted. Both were once again thrown together by providence when least expected. They were not the ones to look gift horses in the mouth and were thrilled.

Karthik was initially disappointed because of his dad's absence, but soon got over it when Venkat 'thatha' regaled him with his stories. 

They stayed overnight in Lovedale after the school function and were put up in adjacent rooms with a connecting door.

Once things quieted down, Venkat moved into Devaki's dimly lit room silently. Devaki was standing and dreamily watching the moonlit garden outside clad in a sheer, short, sleeveless negligee. Beneath that she was buck naked. 

Venkat quietly went close to her and cupped her breasts from behind and planted a kiss on her nape. A surprised Devaki squealed in delight. 

Her nipples stiffened under his fingers.

Venkat ground his already erect cock on her ass crack and Devaki also ground back into him with passion. 

His thin 'dhoti' and her sheer negligee were the only clothing between them. He turned her around and they exchanged a deep and passionate kiss. Venkat told her; "I missed you my love". 

They both remained standing and glued to each other at the mouth and waist. Venkat's strong hands were moving all over Devaki's body. 

Since he was touching her after a long time, Devaki was getting goose bumps all over her body. He quickly lifted the negligee off and unknotted his 'dhoti' in one swift move.

Venkat lifted Devaki off the floor and keeping his strong arms under her ass brought her face in level with his and continued the lip lock. 

Devaki's arms went round his neck. Her pussy was in line with his navel. Venkat's rampant cock was nestled between her thighs. 

Devaki tightened her thighs around Venkat's cock and started to move forward and backward. His pre-cum lubricated the inside of her thighs and made the movement smooth. Venkat grunted happily with the sensation.

After a while Devaki slid down and her ass crack was resting on his cock. She started to move in the same fashion on his cock. The combination of her pussy juice and his pre-cum made it thoroughly enjoyable, but was getting all slippery. 

Their lips were locked to each other all this while. Both her breasts were crushed against his chest. It was a pleasurable pain for Devaki. Rubbing against his hairy chest her nipples hardened like pebbles. They were both panting with pleasure.

Devaki unlocked her lips from Venkat and told him that she wanted to be put down. Venkat did so reluctantly. She knelt in front of him looked at his cock with awe and affection. It had given her immense pleasure and hoped it will do so for a long time to come.

She held the base of his cock in her left fist and began to lovingly plant kisses on it. She peeled back the foreskin and started tonguing his sensitive glans. 

Because of its sensitiveness the cock-head twitched. She flicked her tongue at the eye on the glans. Venkat's buttocks tightened in pleasure.

Devaki caressed the full length of his cock with her soft cheeks and rubbed it all over her face, eye lashes etc. She brought her mouth below his cock and took his balls one by one in her mouth. For his age it didn't sag and she loved it. It was smoothly shaven.

She now took his organ in her mouth and slowly commenced fellatio. Venkat held her head in his hand and he watched as her face showed the pleasure she was getting from sucking his cock. 

Then she kissed his swollen cock head lovingly as he bucked his ass to push his cock deeper into her hungry mouth.

"Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmm!" he moaned as her warm mouth enveloped and sucked his cock. It was wet and glistening with his pre-cum and her saliva. With her left hand holding his left buttock Devaki now started to caress his ass crack with her right hand.

Like she had done once earlier, Devaki moistened her fingers with her cunt juice and started to insert her little finger first in his anus. Once she started to comfortably push it in and out, she removed the little finger and replaced it with her middle one.

Devaki began to suck his cock in timing with her finger movement in his ass hole. Venkat watched in ecstasy. He was at Devaki's sexual mercy and was enjoying every second of it.

Venkat felt her middle finger searching for his prostrate. She found it quickly and commenced massaging it. With her ministrations of his cock and prostrate simultaneously he knew that he wasn't going to last very long. 

His hips began to move quickly, forcing more of his penis into her mouth. "Oh God Devaki... I'm going to... ohhhhhhh... cummmmm!!!" he yelled. He could feel the orgasmic tingle start from his toes and spread upwards.

Suddenly, Venkat's cock throbbed and shot juice into Devaki's mouth in great spurts. It spilled out onto her chin, which ran down her chest. She swallowed it up as quickly as she could and looked up at him with his stiff organ still in her mouth.

"Ohhhh God, that was awesome..... Devaki, was all Venkat could muster. 

Devaki reluctantly removed her mouth from around his cock and said "Venkat... mmmmm...your cock is so wonderful and nice. I love your taste."

Venkat lifted her up from the kneeling position and kissed her cum filled mouth with passion. He licked all the cum that dribbled down her chin and chest clean and kissed her once again long and deep.

He then made Devaki lie on the bed on her back and spread her legs apart. She lifted her legs up showing him her very wet and clean shaven pussy.

"Devaki, now its' my turn. I am going to eat your cunt and drink your juices", said Venkat.

She felt his hands sliding down her bare buttocks as he lifted her ass to make her pink cunt lips accessible to his mouth. 

He inhaled her pussy aroma and it gave him a heady feeling. Devaki who was mightily aroused by now, impatiently lifted her ass to push her soft cunt meat onto Venkat's face. 

Venkat rubbed his nose into her mound swollen with arousal. Devaki smelt nice and hot as he dipped his tongue into her hot and salty wetness. She moaned as he licked her hot pussy. 

"When I am not with you for long, I have always dreamed of you licking me like this.....oooooh.....you make me so hot with your mouth, Venkat.....kiss my pussy...lick my cunt....mmmmmm, I am dripping with juice, kiss meee," Devaki groaned as Venkat parted her cunt lips and pushed his tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Venkat could feel the swollen and wet lips of her cunt press on his mouth as Devaki pushed her twat on his face. He wet his fingers and entered her dripping ass hole. A stream of pussy juice flowed on his face as he slurped her cunt. 

He moved his finger in and out of her warm back hole, loving the feeling of her slick inner flesh as he continued to suck her wet pussy flesh. He heard her moan again and her hips pressed down, taking his tongue all the way inside. 

Devaki had lost control. Her hips began to work up and down on his tongue and his fingers in and out on her anus. Devaki's head was spinning wildly. It took only a few more thrusts and licks before she began to tremble and shudder. 

Suddenly, Venkat realized that she was climaxing on his tongue. He sucked harder, creating a loud sucking sound in the room. She came and came in his mouth and then she stopped shuddering.

In the mean time Venkat who had a glorious climax in Devaki's mouth was erect again. He removed his mouth and finger from her pussy and ass respectively. 

"Devaki, its time your pussy tasted my cock......ohhhh love, my cock is dying to enter your cunt....look at it, its hard and set for you", he whispered. 

Venkat slid up over her and began to kiss her full lips and then her neck and the swell of her breasts. His mouth reached her nipples and then sucked one after the other into his mouth. Devaki moaned in ecstasy.

She spread her legs as wide as possible and rubbed his swollen cock head on her cunt "Oh God, Venkat......do it to me.....my cunt is burning for your cock. Love, enter me, fuck me....don't tease me, fuck me now," she groaned. 

Devaki needed Venkat's cock badly as her cunt was on fire. "Oh God give it to me, please," She begged. 

Venkat pushed her legs up to her pert little boobs. He could see her tiny brown ass hole almost winking at him. He bent his head and kissed the little puckered asshole. "Oh my God Venkat.....," Devaki screamed as she felt his tongue on her ass.

His tongue licked around the hole, teasing the sensitive skin and felt it quiver. He pushed the tip of his tongue deep inside Devaki's ass."Venkatttttt.." she cried. "Oh God, don't ....stop it.....eat my ass...lick it, kiss it....Ohhh god." Devaki, was totally mad with passion. 

Venkat told her, "Its time for real fuck Devaki...Is my Devaki ready for Venkat's cock? 

"Oh Venkat, I... I... oh God, please, oh I need your cock now.....What are you waiting for? I can't wait any more, please fuck meeeee," she begged, almost incoherent.

Venkat moved and knelt between Devaki's legs. Leaning forward he pushed the swollen head his cock down to touch her dripping pussy lips. He brushed his cock head up and down between the swollen cunt lips, teasing her even more. 

"Ahhhhhh!.....don't tease Venkat, fuck me!" she moaned. 

Venkat pushed his cock further into her cunt. He felt the head of his cock expand and throb inside Devaki's twitching pussy. In reaction, her hole quivered and squeezed his cock.

"Oh Venkat....my love, ram your cock all the way in my cunt...ohhh fuck me....love me....love my pussy with your cock, please," she begged her eyes closed. 

Devaki moaned as he slid deep into her cunt and his balls touched the soft skin of her buttocks. Her hips began to buck up in spasm as her arms went around his neck. Her mouth bit down on his shoulder. 

It was two months since she had felt a long cock inside her and she felt complete.

Venkat pushed his cock deep in her cunt and looked at her beautiful face. Then he kissed her lips. His tongue went into her mouth as his shaft went deep into her cunt. Devaki's breasts pressed into his chest as they fucked. 

Venkat gradually increased the tempo. He pulled his cock back and then rapidly plunged back into her cunt with a great force making her gasp for breath. 

Devaki was rapidly humping her ass. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies echoed in the room. Time and again, he plunged deep into her juice filled cunt. 

His balls were now making a loud slapping sound as they hit the cheeks of her buttocks. "I love you, darling Devaki. I want us to cum together," he muttered. Devaki met his stroke for stroke. 

Both of them started to feel the familiar tingle of their orgasms building slowly. Venkat crushed his mouth on Devaki and plunged into her. His juices came to his cock, rising from his balls and shot into Devaki's cunt. Load after load of cream shot into her cunt.

Devaki too had a glorious climax and shot her cunt juices on his cock. Her legs were locked around his back holding him tight and his cock deep within her cunt. His thick sperm continued to enter into the depths of her womb. Finally he collapsed onto Devaki. Both of them were fully spent and satisfied.

Devaki sat up resting her back on the bed's headrest. Venkat lay down with his head on her thighs right angle to her. She cuddled him like a baby, running her fingers through his grey hair lovingly. Venkat sighed with contentment.

Venkat started searching around for her nipples with his mouth with his eyes closed, like a baby. Devaki playfully cuffed him and told him" Babies don't have such big cocks with cum drying on them". 

Devaki got serious and told Venkat that she wanted to share some thing very important and he should listen with an open mind.

Venkat was highly intrigued. He pulled her pretty face down, kissed her long and hard and told her to say what ever she wanted. 

Looking into his eyes she said: "Venkat, you know I am desperate to have another child and its not happening and you are aware of the problem." 

"I have thought about this long and hard. I love you so much that I want to be a mother of your child. My wish of having a second child will be fulfilled and nobody will suspect anything."

Venkat looked at her with tremendous love and told her: "Devaki my darling I too would love that. I was also keen on a brother or sister for Mala long ago and unfortunately Kalyani had some complications and could not conceive. Who better than you to carry my seed and fulfill my long standing wish?'

Devaki was overjoyed hearing this from dear Venkat. She bent down and kissed him long and deep. Her eyes glistened with tears. Once again she was overwhelmed to have a lover like him and told him so.

However, Venkat was not sure whether his sperm was capable of impregnating her. She told him: "Don't worry love, the same can be checked in a fertility clinic."

She continued: "I want you to give your sperm for testing. In fact I will do the job of bringing it out myself with my mouth and hand. I will ask Kumar also for a sample and switch yours' with his. Since we have been checking Kumar's sperm regularly, no one will suspect a thing."

Venkat was dumbstruck with her innovative thinking. Caressing her pert breasts he told her in an emotion filled voice:"You seem to have thought of everything. So from now onwards the only mission in my life is to get you pregnant and make you mother of my child."

She added further: "I will be most fertile between 10 to 20 days after my monthly periods and we must ensure that we are together during this period. I want us to be together as much as possible during these days and you empty your rich sperm into my womb."

This would be three weeks from then she reckoned, and said she planned to visit her parents in Chennai. She asked Venkat whether he will be able to come there in the pretext of visiting Mala during this period and stay with her. Venkat readily agreed.

They both went to sleep in each other's arms, with the thoughts of the coming days, confident that they will be successful in their endeavors.

Two days later, back in Coimbatore they both sneaked into the penthouse during the day and Devaki fulfilled her promise of bringing out Venkat's sperm with her hand and mouth and collected it in the special jar for testing. She managed to get a sample from her husband Kumar also.

She switched the samples and gave Venkat's sperm to the fertility lab for testing. The next day got the result that his sperm was active and there will be no problem. The unsuspecting lab technicians thinking its Kumar's were surprised with the result. The doctor was happy for Devaki.

Devaki ensured that Kumar and she made love for two days before she left for Chennai and informed Venkat accordingly. He too informed Mala that he will be visiting her for two weeks. Mala was more than happy.

It was the 11th day after her periods and Devaki informed Venkat that she will come to Mala's house after Mala leaves for work. She reached Mala's place with a nervous anticipation of her long term desire being fulfilled. 

Venkat was also waiting like a recently married groom and not like an elderly widower. He swept a sari clad Devaki into his arms at the door and took her into the bedroom. Both undressed each other. Venkat crushed Devaki to his chest and kissed her tenderly.

They were both aroused even without fore play. Still Venkat kissed her all over and made her wet pussy to drip. She too returned the favour with her lips. Venkat made her lie down on the bed and climbed on top of her and inserted his long erect cock into her dripping pussy.

Devaki put her ankles around Venkat's neck so that he was impaled fully and able to reach into her depths. Venkat lovingly cupped her breasts and started to ride her earnestly.

Devaki looked at him and told him she was in love with his huge cock which is going to give her a baby. The sexual fire inside her body was being satisfied by his strong thrusts. She matched him stroke for stroke.

She bounced and bucked hard, deliriously happy that finally she was going to get what she had been waiting for all these years. She was moaning as Venkat slammed himself into her.

Though they had fucked so many times, Devaki felt fantastic having such a large, powerful cock inside her. Tears of ecstasy raced down her face as she begged him to fill her. 

Like a well oiled piston, Venkat drove his organ in and out. He wasn't holding anything back and pumped fast and hard. Devaki felt her climax building up in her. She let loose with a yell. "Venkat love I am cumming.....". 

Venkat's thrusting then got stronger and she realized he was about to cum too. 

Then she felt it. His whole body lurched forward and Devaki felt the tip of his penis smash against her cervix. He groaned loudly and shot the first spurt of his semen deep within her.

Devaki was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and awe. Venkat's hands were pulling her buttocks towards him and he was pushing into her with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. It felt so incredible to her. 

She continued to feel his hot sperm shooting into her. Devaki climaxed for the second time. She came so hard that she felt like someone had let the air out of her. His orgasm was so massive that she could literally feel each jet hit her cervix and penetrate through her womb.

Then Devaki cried with happiness: "Oh...I..can feel it.. your coming...inside me...oh ..oh .oh,..feels..so good.. I'm cumming..... ooohhhh.!", as her hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. Her cunt was pulsating as her body fought to ingest all of his love cream. 

The third and most intense orgasm hit her as Venkat continued to thrust and all she could do was grab his ass and pull him into her further. Her entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between her legs and Venkat's life giving seed filling her.

She screamed with joy and fulfillment. Wave upon wave of ecstasy went through her as she wrapped her legs around Venkat and pulled him deeper into her. It was wonderful. She lifted her ass further and ensured that not a drop of semen seeped out of her. She was thrilled that there was so much of it. 

As the waves subsided, Devaki could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of her and searching for her eggs. She just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside her.

They both went to sleep with Venkat's organ still buried in her cunt. They both woke up after an hour or so and Devaki realized that her legs were still wrapped around him.

Venkat's cock had once again become semi erect and he gently started thrusting his cock inside her. It really was a soothing feeling for her. Devaki looked at him with love and lust filled eyes and started to respond to his thrusts.

He kissed her very gently and began softly licking her nipples. She could feel his member beginning to get hard again. Devaki marveled at his recovery and told him so. She was again very turned on and it felt fabulous. Her hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. 

They both began what turned out to be a slow, gentle, romantic fuck. They continued languidly for a long time. His big dick again filled her completely. As they fucked, Devaki had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. 




Comfort Zone Ch. 06



Venkat smiled, kissed her, and picked up his rhythm. Before long he stiffened, and again Devaki felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into her, as she pushed her cunt up to meet each thrust. 

She could feel each jet hitting her cervix again which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into her womb. When it hit her, she screamed incoherently and clawed at his back. 

She felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so great. Even her nipples were tingling. It felt so wonderful and she had another intense orgasm.

Venkat finally rolled off of her and gently pulled out his long cock from Devaki's red and swollen pussy. She grabbed a pillow and put it under her bottom to help the pool of Venkat's cum remain inside and seep into her womb completely.

Eventually they both got up and hugged each other. Devaki kissed him with emotion and told him that she would like them to continue for another week or so with such intense coupling. Venkat promised with enthusiasm.

As decided, they managed to somehow get together for 3 to 4 hours of intense uninterrupted lovemaking for the next one week before returning to Coimbatore.

Three months later Devaki asked Venkat to meet her in the penthouse as Kumar was away. There she waited for him once again like Goya's 'Naked Maja' and proudly announced that she was pregnant with his child.

Their happiness knew no bounds and they celebrated this with another bout of intense lovemaking. Devaki informed her husband Kumar on his return and he too was overjoyed for her. Her dear friend Mala to was thrilled. 

When they informed Karthik he accepted the news with joy. He wanted to know whether it will be a girl as he wanted a sister. Devaki told him to pray for one. In a couple of months the doctor confirmed that the baby was a girl.

Venkat and Devaki continued their couplings as per the doctor's advice till she was due. In the month of December, nine months after Venkat and Devaki's baby making fuck in Chennai, Devaki joyously delivered a bouncy girl. 

Venkat went to see her in the hospital after Kumar and others had visited her. They were both alone. An extremely happy Devaki with tears in her eyes handed the child to Venkat to hold. An emotional Venkat wept with joy. 

With tear filled eyes Venkat hugged Devaki and the baby. He planted an ardent kiss on Devaki's lips and told her: "My beautiful, you really are an angel to have fulfilled my 40 years old wish of fathering a second child. I can't thank you enough. Even in this state you are beautiful and ravishing."

Devaki replied: "My love, but for you this would not have been possible and its' me who should thank you. You are a great and wonderful lover and should have had many more children. If there's another birth, I would love to bear many children for you". 

Kumar and Devaki arranged for a christening function as per custom. There was a big gathering. Mala and her husband Krish came from Chennai to attend the function.

Karthik who was home on vacation was given the honour to choose a name and he named his baby sister Kruthika. Kumar called Venkat the 'God father' for Kruthika. Devaki looked at him with a lust laden twinkle in her eye.



Comfort Zone Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Devaki's mothering

During the first two months after her daughter was born, Devaki was busy throughout the day looking after the child. The little one was highly active and had a voracious appetite. Devaki had to often nurse her by breast feeding her. 

Karthik also enjoyed himself playing with his baby sister during the vacation. He returned to Lovedale soon. 

Since Kruthika was hyper active during the day, she slept soundly at night and rarely woke up. Devaki therefore slept undisturbed.

Devaki was extremely happy and had put on a couple of kilos. Her breasts had become larger with milk. It added a glow to her already beautiful countenance. Since she remained at home with the baby she didn't bother to groom herself as before.

Venkat visited her and the baby every day after ensuring that they were alone. He was thrilled to see his cute little daughter and Devaki, the girl-woman who made it possible. 

Venkat complemented Devaki on her glowing looks. But Devaki was of the opinion that she had become gross, hairy and had breasts like a cow's udder.

Venkat shushed her and told that in spite being plump, hairy and tits growing bigger, she was the most beautiful woman as for as he was concerned and highly delectable. Devaki's face lit up hearing this.

She told him:"You must be feeling lonely and frustrated without sex for the last two months because of my condition. Also I am unable to help you out". 

Venkat told her:"Don't worry your pretty head about it. Our love making memories are good enough for now. You need to nurse the child and that's more important than taking care of my sexual appetite."

Devaki enjoyed nursing the child in front of Venkat. He too enjoyed watching the child happily slurping at Devaki' breasts. Looking at her milk filled tits; Venkat's thoughts went back to the recent past when he was mauling Devaki's pert breasts in throes of passion.

In fact he was getting horny! He was also mildly jealous of his daughter usurping him at Devaki's breasts and told Devaki so. Devaki told her daughter;" Look at your horny dad". Venakt was highly amused hearing that and was getting more aroused.

He whispered in his daughter's ears:" Don't believe your mom. If I am horny, your mother is even hornier". The child continued to happily gurgle at Devaki's breasts without a care in the world. 

Looking at his woe be gone expression and the tenting in his 'dhoti', Devaki told him:"Darling, I too am horny since a week. When ever Kruthika suckles I think of you and start getting wet down below."

"However I still have post delivery soreness and it has not completely gone down. Though I want to have your cock in my pussy, because of my soreness I won't be able to do that for a while and help you. Rest of me is fine for passionate sex with you. Do you want me to do anything about it?"

Venkat knelt down and hugged Devaki without disturbing Kruthika who was being breast fed. He caressed her and planted tiny kisses all over her face. The combination of sweet aroma from the baby, smell of Devaki's milk and her intoxicating sex filled sweaty smell was making Venkat rampant with passion. He kissed her mouth deep and long and stood up.

He told her:"I would love to do anything with you anytime, but not during the day when our daughter is awake. I will control my self and wait for her to sleep. What has your sexy little head planned for me? Are you thinking of making me cum with your mouth? It will be one sided and how can I ensure that you too have an orgasm? I can wait till you your soreness has completely gone."

Devaki caught hold of his erection and planted a kiss on it over his 'dhoti'. She told him to come to the penthouse that night at the usual time and she will be waiting for him after putting their daughter to sleep.

Venkat reached the penthouse after dinner and found Devaki waiting there. Their daughter was sound asleep after an energetic day. Devaki asked Venkat to sit near her on the bed and hugged him.

She told him that twice or thrice a week her breast lactated so much milk that even after Kruthika has had her fill, her breasts remained full. Since Kruthika rarely feeds during the night, her breasts become very painful. 

Her doctor had advised her that this is not uncommon and had suggested she use a breast pump to take out the excess milk and ease the pain which she followed. But now she wanted Venkat to suckle the milk from her breasts and ease the pain.

Venkat was more than thrilled. Devaki made him lie on her lap, opened her gown and thrust her milk-heavy left breast into his mouth. "There is more milk in there than my right", she told him and held up her left breast with her hand. 

Venkat covered her young breast with his mouth and gently pressed her nipple with his tongue and lips. Devaki's milk which only his daughter had been enjoying till now began flowing into his mouth.

Venkat hungrily sucked at the nipple to drink the warm milk. His lips and rough chin on her breasts started to arouse Devaki. After a while, he heard Devaki say softly, "Venkat, do my right breast now", and he switched over to her right breast. 

Then he heard her moaning and her chest started heaving fast. He asked, "are you all right, Devaki?" 

Devaki said, "Yes my love. It is so nice having your lips on my breasts. Keep sucking even after you finish the milk".

She took his hand and placed it on her left breast. Venkat started gently caressing her soft and warm breast while continuing to suck her right breast. Devaki was softly moaning, excited by his fondling and sucking.

She felt wonderful with her lover's mouth on her breasts and cuddled him like a baby. She could feel her pussy getting wet and her love juices starting to flow wetting her thighs. After child birth she rarely ever wore panties because of the soreness there. 

Venkat, who was enjoying himself immensely by now, had a massive erection. This didn't go unnoticed by Devaki. They both started to moan with pleasure.

Venkat had emptied Devaki's breasts by now and was just kissing and fondling them. Devaki, catching hold of his erection whispered to him:"My love, since my pussy is not ready, I want to pleasure you with my mouth. "

Venkat's rampant cock was dripping with pre-cum by now. Devaki asked Venkat to stand and knelt in front of him and removed his 'dhoti'. She scooped the pre-cum with her index finger and slowly put it in her mouth. 

Devaki looked lovingly at this baby- maker, stuck out her tongue and licked at his copious pre-cum. She opened her mouth over his cock and swallowed half of it lovingly. She put her hands around the base of his cock and started pumping it. 

Venkat quickly grabbed her hands and forced her to stop. "No love, you'll make me cum too soon. I want to feel your mouth for some time on my cock before I cum!" 

Devaki held his cock, breathing hard through her nose as she resisted taking it out. She was making such a sucking motion with her mouth that no matter how much he tried, Venkat was rapidly approaching the point of no return. 

"Ooh Devaki! I can't hold it any longer!" Venkat yelled. He had been without sex for long. He could feel the pressure of Devaki's mouth increasing. His balls felt as if they were going to explode and felt his cock enlarge even further. He moved to let her know it was time. Devaki sucked even harder and in an instant he exploded.

The first spurt was so intense that Devaki felt it go straight down her throat. Each subsequent spurt was as strong as the first and he felt his cock was discharging like a fire hose. Incredibly Devaki took it all down her throat. She rolled her tongue around her mouth and swallowed all the cum that Venkat had provided her.

Devaki continued to suck his dick even after all the cum had been drained by her till it went soft. She looked up at him with love in her eyes. Venkat bent down, lifted her up and fiercely hugged her. 

In one swift motion he removed her gown, only to find her naked. He sought her mouth which was wet with his cum and kissed it deeply. Devaki was able to taste her breast milk from his tongue.

He then asked her: "Now that you have given me satisfaction, what would you want me to do"

She told him: "You remember that earlier when you used your tongue and finger inside my ass hole and I loved it? That combination made me cum and I would love to try your cock pleasuring me here", and guided his hand to her ass hole.

Venkat was stunned to hear this and asked her:"Are you sure? I have never seriously thought about anal sex. Further I am quite huge and don't want to hurt you." 

"I am sure my love. I am convinced that, like my pussy which adjusted itself to your cock, my asshole will also be able to adjust it self. Just be gentle with it", replied Devaki. 

He kissed her on her neck, nibbled at her ear lobes and trailed his tongue down south. Devaki was getting goose bumps all over from his passionate kissing. It had been three to four months since her last sexual tryst with Venkat. She felt wonderful and alive.

Venkat once again kissed and fondled her breasts and Devaki moaned with pleasure. He trailed further down and licked her belly button. Just below that was Devaki's pussy in all its glory. 

Since the child birth she hadn't groomed her pussy and it was full of soft and dark hair. Venkat gazed at in wonder. It was emitting an aroma which he loved and gently placed his lips on her hairy mound.

"Does my Devaki need her pussy kissed? I hope it will not worsen your soreness" asked Venkat. 

"Ooohh, yes please Venkat. Kiss me. I'll do anything for your mouth on me! Your tongue and lips will only soothe my soreness" she cooed.

Her cunt was soaked. He kissed and savored her sweetness on his lips. He looked up at her and rolled his tongue around her vaginal lips. 

"Venkat, stop teasing me. I need you Venkat; I need you more than ever! Yes Venkat, that's it, kiss me, kiss me." she moaned. 

Devaki started to grind her hips to a slow rhythm on Venkat's mouth that was undoubtedly leading her to an intense orgasm. She pulled him against her pussy savagely.

As Devaki bucked up and down, she started to cum, and her juices flooded his mouth. Venkat was amazed at her. He opened his mouth widely and swallowed her mound. She was moaning. She placed her hands on his face and started pushing him around in a circular motion. 

Venkat was spreading her lips open and coating his lips with Devaki's sweetness. It wasn't long before she was nearing her second orgasm. Her legs separated and soon she was spread open. He now had a clear view of Devaki's pussy which had recently delivered their daughter.

He stared at her pussy lovingly. Her pink flesh looked so beautiful that he wanted to kiss and suck it all night. He continued like this for another half an hour making her climax time and again.

They cuddled and kissed until they realized without saying so, that the time had finally arrived for what Devaki had suggested earlier during the day.

Devaki lay face down, with her ass in the air near the edge of the bed. Without saying anything further, Venkat knelt on the ground behind her and gazed at her puckered sweet little ass- hole with lust. 

He put the tip of his tongue in her ass hole and started to lick it in a circular motion. Her back hole got wet and it opened out like a petal and he shoved his tongue inside slowly. Devaki moaned in ecstasy. He kept at it for quite some time.

His cock had by now become erect again and started oozing pre-cum. Devaki's cunt too was getting slushy with her love juices. Venkat coated his little finger with his pre-cum and her cunt juice and inserted it in her anus and slowly started to move it in and out.

His tongue which was servicing her ass hole now started to lick her clit from behind. Highly aroused and with mounting excitement, Devaki started to move her ass on his little finger in a fucking motion. Venkat wet his middle finger and replaced the little finger with it. His clit licking tempo picked up.

Devaki's ass was by now well lubricated. But at Venkat's insistence she gave him a large tube of KY jelly with which he completely anointed his fully erect cock. He took his fingers out and applied a liberal dose of jelly in her anus also.

Venkat moved his foreskin back fully to expose the head of his cock. It glistened wetly with the wetness of his pre- cum. He gently placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her well- lubricated asshole. 

Venkat slowly started sliding his cock in until just the head was inside her, the puckered asshole enveloping his bulbous cock-head. In spite of lubrication it was tight. He stopped and asked her. "Shall I really go ahead?"

"Yes, yes, my darling Venkat, slide it inside me," cried Devaki.

Venkat inched his cock in slowly by pushing it forward, then pulling back ever so slightly and continued doing so repeatedly, gently and lovingly. 

He could feel himself entering her ever so slowly, a little deeper on every stroke, until his full organ was inside her well lubricated ass, completely filling it. Venkat stopped his movement and asked Devaki if it was paining.

"It pained a little initially and now I feel full and nice": whispered Devaki. They both stayed still for some time, firmly locked to each other and savoring their union. They had finally done it and were united as one. It was great. 

"You are all the way in, Venkat," Devaki said and he smiled. 

"It's lovely to be inside you fully, Devaki. You are warm and soft and your ass-hole has fully enveloped my cock. I have waited for this moment for a long time" said Venkat.

Eventually Venkat started moving with slow, shallow strokes, his arms holding on to her hips. Their hips churned, repeatedly closing and separating, like perfectly paired performers in a choreographed dance. 

Her loosened sphincter slipped easily up and down his shaft, stroking him lightly, and the friction was exquisite. His cock throbbed deep in her ass and began to tremble with a series of tiny jerks.

Whenever Venkat approached orgasm, he stopped moving for a little while before resuming, afraid that he may reach climax too quickly. He wanted this experience to last forever. After a while he continued his stroking.

He bent at his hips and caught hold of her breasts from behind and started to caress the tip of her breasts with his finger tips. Her nipples hardened like pebbles. This made Devaki further juice up in her cunt.

He brought his right hand away from caressing her tits and started to gently stroke her clit. Devaki shuddered with ecstasy. Once he got the rhythm right Venkat increased the speed of stroking her clit in resonance with his cock going in and out of her ass-hole. 

Devaki' had her first orgasm and it was violent. Venkat could feel her cunt and ass-hole clenching around his finger and cock respectively. He had to perforce abandon caressing her tits and cunt with his hands and hold on to her hips tightly.

Devaki's orgasmic shivers subsided and Venkat picked up his tempo of fucking her anally. Very soon she climaxed for the second time though not as violently as before.

Finally Venkat could feel his orgasm approaching, and he held her tight, realizing that he was about to pass the point of no return. "I'm going to cum Devaki, let's have a climax together." He yelled with abandon.

He further increased his movements to bring both to a climax at the same time. They reached their orgasms simultaneously with both pumping fervently. Venkat's orgasmic sensations started from the tip of his toes and continued to his penis.

In the case of Devaki, it was her third orgasm and she managed to time it with Venkat. She felt her whole body in goose bumps, her nipples hard like pebbles and her cunt on fire.

Venkat felt his warm jet of semen squirting against the walls of her ass-hole until it filled her to full, while their bodies were glued hard to each other. It gave Venkat deep thrill that his cock was fully imbedded inside her ass, squirting his semen in a warm jet deep inside.

At the peak of their orgasms they both felt as though they would faint, so intense it was, both physically and psychologically. 

The wet pool of Venkat's semen inside her ass gave her a great sense of passion and joy. It was then, that she felt that they had finally crossed the barrier of having anal intercourse they both delayed for so long. 

She had tremendously enjoyed this coupling and also that it gave immense satisfaction to her lover. In doing this she was thrilled that finally she had Venkat's semen in her womb, stomach and her ass. Her sense of fulfillment was complete. 

Venkat slowly reduced the rate and intensity of his thrusting until he came to a stop, continuing to eject small squirts until he completely filled her ass with his seed. He felt the head of his cock pumping and throbbing at each stroke of his pulse.

He too felt a feeling of contentment and exhilaration to know that Devaki at last liked to be made love to in her ass. Afterwards they remained coupled for a long time, with his cock inside her until it gradually went limp. 

They rolled over on their sides, still coupled as one and after a while his limp cock slid out. Neither said anything. They were both highly satiated. Devaki could feel his semen slowly seeping from her anus.

Venkat and Devaki continued their anal intercourse whenever they got the chance for another month or so till Devaki's soreness in her pussy was completely all right. They both enjoyed this experience.

Mala decided to visit her dad and dear friend at Coimbatore one weekend. She arrived unannounced at 9 pm on a Friday evening. Venkat and Devaki with little Kruthika were at the penthouse since Kumar was away.

Mala decided to surprise her dad by not ringing the door bell and used her key to enter the house. Little did she realize that she was the one who was going to be surprised!

She went to her room on the ground floor and quickly had a bath and changed into some thing comfortable before she went looking for her dad. She went to his room on the first floor and found his room empty. She then decided to go to the terrace and spend some time there.

On reaching the terrace she noticed that the penthouse light was on. Wondering who could be occupying it at this hour, she approached it silently and looked through the window.

Mala got the shock of her life and whispered to herself. "Oh my goodness! What was going on in the penthouse?"

She found both her dad and Devaki were completely nude without a stitch of clothing and were devouring each other with their eyes. Her dad was strapping 6 feet without an inch of fat on him and Devaki a mere 5 feet 5 inches, just below his shoulder. 

She looked around the room and found Kruthika sound asleep in her crib in one corner of the room.

Mala was seeing Devaki for the second time after child birth and found her to have put on weight with heavier breasts. She still looked very attractive. 

Mala's eyes became huge with awe, since this was the first time she was seeing her dad and Devaki in full naked glory. She had seen her dad naked briefly from behind after her mother's death whilst coupling with Devaki. Devaki was riding him like a horse with only her tits and face visible. She was now dumb stuck. 

She was embarrassed and at the same time unable to peel her eyes off their nakedness. She saw that her dad's cock was huge compared to her husband Krish, the only other adult cock she had seen.

Her dad's cock was erect and horizontal, jutting out 8 to 9 inches like a blunt club from his bushy loins. She shivered involuntarily looking at it. Even at this distance, she could clearly make out Devaki's untrimmed hairy mound below her belly button and that her nipples were hard due to arousal. 




Comfort Zone Ch. 07



Devaki and her dad stepped towards each other and he effortlessly lifted Devaki in his arms with his hands under her hairy armpits. Devaki put her hands behind his neck and her legs went around his hips. She saw that Devaki's pert bottom was thus resting on her dad's rampant cock. Then their lips locked hungrily. 

All that Mala heard was a loud moan from both as her dad's arms tightened around Devaki and her milk filled breasts were crushed against his broad chest. She could see milk seeping from Devaki's breasts. 

She watched as her dad unlock his lips from Devaki and gently lower her on to the floor. Devaki brought her hands down from around Venkat's neck and started to caress his nipples and chest. 

Devaki showered tiny kisses on his nipples and the rest of his chest. Her dad was enjoying these ministrations with open eyes. His hands in turn caressed Devaki's back. Slowly Devaki slid down her dad's torso and knelt in front of his cock. 

She found Devaki looking at his huge organ with a worshipful expression on her face and lovingly holding and rubbing it all over her face. Then Devaki opened her mouth and took in the swollen head of his shaft. 

Her dad moaned in delight. Devaki grasped the base with one hand sucked the shaft. Soon she bobbed her head back and forth and mouth fucked him. Still holding his gigantic pole, Devaki sat back and enjoyed this mixture of saliva and pre-cum that filled her mouth. The taste of his love, the look of his love cannon and the sound of his approval, sent her body into a tidal wave of passion.

Mala saw her dad's huge organ slide down Devaki's throat and Devaki continuing to suck without gagging. She marveled at her dear friend's ability to do that and envied her. She had no problem with Krish since his organ was not that large.

Mala was getting turned on looking at what was happening inside the penthouse. Her insides were churning. She was not sure who was turning her on. If it was her dad, then its incest she thought. If it was Devaki, then it was erotic. 

Whatever the reason, she was unable to move away and continued watching. She felt her pulse rate going up. Her nipples were hardening. She involuntarily licked her lips looking at Devaki sucking her dad's cock lustily.

She heard her dad tell Devaki:"Enough for now my love: let me love you with my lips". Devaki reluctantly removed his organ from her mouth. To Mala it looked larger than before it went into Devaki's mouth.

Her dad lifted Devaki and laid her on the bed and lay down by her side. Mala heard him ask her friend: "You want me to relieve you of the pain in your breasts". When she nodded yes, her dad took Mala's right nipple in his mouth and started suckling like a baby. 

Mala was stunned. She could make out that Devaki's milk was really flowing into her dad's mouth and the expression on Devaki's face was one of bliss. After a while she saw Devaki lovingly shift her dad's mouth from her right to the left breast. Her dad continued to suckle.

Mala noticed that Devaki was so aroused that she was rubbing her thighs together in ecstasy and her pussy hair glistening with love juice. Mala realised that her cunt was also fully wet and her own juice wetting her panty. 

Her dad stopped breast feeding and trailed his mouth down to Devaki's belly button and then on to her now glistening pussy. He started to lovingly kiss and lick Devaki's cunt. He lifted his head and asked Devaki:" Is the soreness in your pussy completely gone?" 

Devaki who was enveloped in an erotic trance whispered:"Yes my love, suck it and make me cum" and pushed her dad's head back on her cunt.

Mala though married for more than a year had never experienced Krish's lips on her pussy. Though he enjoyed fellatio, he loathed going down on Mala. Mala always felt cheated that such an enjoyment was denied to her.

Devaki lay back and her dad began by slowly kissing the area around Devaki's labia before he began to lick her very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this, Mala found that he wet his middle finger with his pre-cum and insert it inside Devaki's anus. 

Mala whispered to herself:"Oh my God, I thought such things happen only in hard core porn movies and here I am witnessing my dad and my best friend enacting those scenes!"

Mala became thoroughly aroused seeing this. She unzipped her jeans, pushed her panty down and started to languidly caress her clit. Her own stroking unconsciously matched the speed with which her dad was licking and sucking her friend's pussy. She had to steady herself by leaning on to the wall to avoid toppling over. 

Mala saw that Devaki was in ecstasy and marveled at her dad who knew just what to do with a woman. Before long, she noticed that Devaki was beginning to shake as her orgasm was approaching. 

Her dad continued to suck and lick Devaki's pussy and finger her ass with increased vigor. He could feel that Devaki's orgasm was approaching. 

Mala saw that Devaki was shaking so much. Her body was quivering and instinctively started to buck as if her pussy was on fire. She was in a sexual frenzy as her dad's face was buried into her drenched pussy. 

Devaki suddenly tightened her loins around her dad's head and climaxed violently. Her dad had to hold on to her so that she didn't jump off the bed. Mala who was timing herself with her dad's ministrations also climaxed shatteringly.

Mala with glazed eyes saw that the couple inside lay quietly in the after math of Devaki's massive orgasm. Mala's dad got up and planted tiny kisses lovingly on Devaki's face, her breasts and pussy. When he got up his cock had not lost its erection.

Mala saw that Devaki cupped her dad's face and lip locked with him. She heard Devaki telling him:"Venkat I now want you to fuck me as I haven't had your cock in me for more than three months. I missed it terribly all these days because of my soreness." 

Mala was surprised to hear this and Devaki calling her dad by name and not uncle. She saw her dad asking Devaki to get up and stand beside the bed and bend from her waist resting her palm on the bed. Her dad stood behind Devaki with his huge dick lightly caressing her pussy.

Seeing this Mala was reminded of a stallion and mare she had once seen during an educational visit to a stud farm. 

Her dad held on to Devaki's hips and slowly started to insert his cock in her pussy. To her surprise she noticed that his cock went in smoothly and was buried to the hilt. 

She saw Devaki shiver in ecstasy when her dad's huge cock was sliding in. She wiggled her back to facilitate its smooth slide in. Her dad now started to push his ram rod tool in and out of Devaki's pussy from behind in a leisurely fashion. 

Devaki was happily able to take her dad's huge dick and with every thrust she was moaning with joy. "Yes Venkat, give it to me. Fill meeee..."

Mala could make out that her dad too was enjoying this as seen from his facial expressions. His long arms reached down to cup Devaki's milk filled tits from behind and gently squeeze them. 

Devaki loved this by muttering:"Yes, yessss....Venkat...my love, ram your cock all the way in my cunt...ohhh fuck me....love me....love my pussy with your cock, please." Devaki continued to moan as her dad slid deep into her cunt and his balls touched the soft skin of her buttocks. 

Her dad continued like this for a while languidly. He then slowed his plowing of Devaki's cunt from behind and told her;" Love I want to you to ride me like a horse from top and so lets change position." 

They both got up and her dad lay down on the bed. Devaki wasted no time in climbing astride him and inserting his organ into her pussy. She then began to ride him up and down. He dad's hips began to buck back. 

Mala saw that Devaki's heavy breasts were bouncing up and down jauntily. Her dad gently took hold of them in his palms and started to caress her nipples. Devaki started to moan.

Devaki took his hands off her breasts and bent down from her waist. Her up and down movement on his cock continued without missing a beat. She lip locked with him. Her mouth slid sideways and bit down on her dad's shoulder. 

Her dad pushed his cock deep in Devaki's cunt and then he kissed her lips. His tongue went in her mouth as his shaft went deep into her cunt. Devaki's soft breasts pressed into his chest as they fucked. 

Her dad started to growl:"I am fucking you now, Devaki. I have my cock deep in your beautiful cunt. I feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock. Are you enjoying my cock?"

Devaki cried:"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it! I need your cock deep in me! Fuck meeeee my lover! Make me cum all over that wonderful cock of yours!" 

Devaki lifted her cunt up slowly and then rapidly plunged down with a great force making her dad grunt. Devaki started to rapidly hump her ass. The wet slapping sounds of their union were audible to Mala outside.

Time and again, her dad thrust deep into Devaki's juice filled cunt. "I love you, darling Devaki I am tingling all over and can't hold for long," he muttered as he continued fucking furiously.

Devaki was not far behind and she also increased the tempo of her downward thrusts. Her dad gave a big heave and started to climax. His cum, thick and fast, rising from his balls shot into Devaki's cunt. Load after load of cream shot into her cunt as she in turn shot her cunt juices on her dad's cock. 

Her dad and Devaki remained thus for quite a while with her dad's cock still inside Devaki, enjoying the blissful aftermath of their passion filled love making. Devaki slowly disengaged herself and lay down on the bed next to her dad. His now passive tool glistening with both their love juices lay docile on his stomach.

Devaki snuggled up to her dad and both of them slept naked entwined in each others' arms. Seeing this Mala too went down to her room to sleep.

Mala changed into her night dress and lay down to sleep. When she closed her eyes, the last one hour's happenings in the penthouse kept coming back to her. It did not make her sleep but on the contrary aroused her.

Once again she was in a dilemma. 'Was seeing her dad naked the reason for such an arousal in her, or seeing him making love to a young girl her age?' She had never imagined that a grown up man would drink breast milk which her dad did. The sexual intimacy between her dad and Devaki astounded her.

No wonder her dad was letting Devaki call him by name in the throes of passion. She couldn't but help putting herself in Devaki's place and being made love to by her dad. She wondered whether such thoughts were incestuous. 

She decided to talk to her dear friend the next morning and clear her dilemma. She was unsure how she would face her dad. In spite of these perplexing questions, her arousal did not diminish. To pacify her arousal, she once again stimulated herself with her fingers to climax and drifted of to sleep. She was surprised that she could in a short span of time climax twice.



Comfort Zone Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Mala's Dilemma

Mala woke up refreshed the next morning. She went to the kitchen to make coffee for herself and her dad in her night dress. She thought of her dad and couldn't help thinking about his naked form she had seen the previous night.

She shook off that image, steeled herself and came out of the kitchen with his coffee. As she reached the drawing room she found the front door being opened and her dad entering the house after his early morning walk sweating all over. She beamed at him and said:"Hello Appa" (father in Tamil).

Venkat was surprised to see her, but absolutely delighted. He approached her with a huge smile and opened his arms for her. Mala hurriedly put down the coffee cup and they both hugged. 

Mala who had just shaken off his naked image was suddenly flustered and shivered involuntarily in his embrace. Venkat too felt her shiver, released her from his arms and asked her:"What's wrong Mala? , is every thing all right? And any reason for this unannounced visit?" 

Mala told him to relax, have his coffee first and then they could talk. They had their coffee in silence. She told him that she wanted to surprise him and her friend Devaki. She did have some marital problem and would explain everything later in the day. 

She told her dad that she wanted to go and look up her friend Devaki and Kruthika next door and spend some time with them. Venkat told her:"Go ahead and I'll join you later in Devaki's house." 

She changed, went next door and surprised Devaki who was nursing Kruthika. The child was awake and happily suckling at Devaki's milk filled breasts. When she saw Mala walking in unannounced, Devaki let out a loud hoop and delightedly welcomed her dearest friend. 

Due to this Devaki's nipple slipped out of Kruthika's tiny mouth. Devaki laughingly put it back in the child's mouth. Mala felt envious looking at this very homely scene. 

Devaki told Mala that she was not her usual chirpy self and asked the same questions that Venkat had asked her about her visit.

Mala told her: "Yes I do have a problem with Krish which I wanted to share with you and ask your advice. Also I wanted to surprise you and my dad last night by arriving unannounced. However it was I who was surprised in the bargain seeing you and dad together in the penthouse." 

Devaki looked at Mala quizzically and said" How long did you watch us?"

Mala replied:"From start to finish." 

Devaki gestured for Mala to sit down next to her and took her hands in her own and asked her:" Is that all or you want to say or you have some thing more?"

Mala nodded her head and became highly emotional. She cleared her throat and started to narrate her marital troubles:

"You know that I have been married for more than a year. The first six months were blissful. Krish and I got along very well both temperamentally and in bed. Thereafter things started to slowly go down hill. 

Krish started to spend more time out of home citing his job. His sexual activities started to wane. When we did engage in it he seemed disinterested and distracted. Since we were open with each other, I asked him about his disinterest. He was vague initially and then confessed that he was and is a gay.

He liked having sex with me and was happy during the first six months of our marriage. Thereafter he started loosing interest in me as his male lover who had gone abroad was back for good. He got married to me to keep up the appearance of a heterosexual male. 

I was devastated and I told him so as it was a bolt from the blue for me. I have nothing against homosexuality. A person's sexual preference is their own business. However this affected my sexual life. It came to a grinding halt. 

We were both pretending to lead a normal life except in the bedroom. Other than his homosexuality, Krish continues to be a wonderful guy. He was liberal enough to tell me that he wouldn't mind if I find myself a lover. 

I hope he could have told me all this before the marriage and we could have gone our own ways. I had nowhere to turn to and was highly confused. I immersed myself in my work to keep highly busy so that when I returned home in the evenings I was dog tired to think only about sleep and nothing else. 

This was alright for a few months. Then my craving for normal sexual life resurfaced in spite of my tiredness after work. I watched blue movies. I indulged in stimulating my self. There was never a complete satisfaction in all these self indulgence. 

I reached a breaking point. I couldn't keep things bottled up anymore. That's the reason why I came here all of a sudden without informing you or dad. I didn't have the courage to converse about this over the phone. Even now I am not sure whether I can tell dad all the things I narrated to you. 

Then last night I saw you and dad having sex with abandon. It rekindled all my last six month's pent up desires. Once earlier, you came home after mom's death to console and be with us at my request. I had seen you and dad making love boisterously. Dad was with his back to me and you were riding him like a horse naked below the waist.

However I saw dad fully nude for the first time only last night. I was amazed at his huge cock and I couldn't help but compare it with Krish, the only other grown up cock I have seen, which is like a child's. It really creamed me. 

Your ability to match him stroke for stroke with your petite body was really wonderful. You feeding dad milk like a baby, the oral sex you performed on each other and the various positions in which you made love further turned me on and made me realize what I was missing. Some of it I have seen only in hard core porn sites.

I was embarrassed for spying on you both initially, but that soon turned me on mightily. Looking at you making love, I masturbated myself to climax. Later in my own bed I was once again highly aroused by thinking about my naked dad and climaxed for the second time.

I was mightily aroused last night resulting in subsequent actions. I met dad in the morning after his walk. As usual he hugged me, but this time I felt a delicious shiver trickling down my spine and pussy. 

This has never happened to me before. Is it because I saw him naked? I think dad felt me shiver. He asked me if I was alright. I told him I'll discuss with him later. I liked the feeling of being hugged by him in a non-daughterly way. I cannot wish away the fact that it aroused me considerably. 

Are these feelings normal erotic arousal for a girl like me who hasn't had sex with a male for a long time? Between last night and now I have often wondered if these feelings are incestuous. I am royally confused. You are the only person who can advice me".

By now Kruthika had had her fill and was fast asleep with her mom's teat in her mouth. Devaki gently put her down in the crib next to the bed where they were sitting. She turned towards Mala, embraced her and then they both sat on the bed.

It was Devaki who now started to verbalize her thoughts.

"Mala I can well understand what you are going through. Something similar happened in my life also. In my case it was Kumar who was and is least interested in sex. He is a workaholic. 

So soon after our marriage, I wanted a baby so that I could keep myself busy. Here again Kumar turned out to be a disappointment. His sperm count was very low to be of any use. Karthik wouldn't have been born but for me dragging him to fertility clinics for treatments. After Karthik's birth my sex life turned from bad to worse. 

When Karthik started going to kindergarten, I wanted another baby. It didn't work out. I was so frustrated. That was when I came to Coimbatore to console you and your dad. Having sex with your dad was initially to pull him out of the loneliness he was in.

Slowly that turned into yearning for each other in a way neither of us anticipated. It turned into unconditional love by the time you were married. We were literally besotted with each other. If we were in the same city it became difficult for us to remain apart. 

Neither of us considered this a sin or immoral. That's why I call him by name and not uncle when we are alone. Your dad loves being called Venkat by me. For him age difference between us doesn't exist.

Your dad is a fantastic lover. He becomes a teenager when we make love. We have no inhibitions between us. In spite of staying in different cities ardent feelings for each other didn't diminish. It became raging in fact. 

It was providence which brought me to Coimbatore in the form of Kumar wanting to shift his business here. Your dad and I were thrilled. It was doubly fortunate that Kumar, me and Karthik moved to this house next to your dad's.

However, we had an understanding that if Kumar was in Coimbatore your dad and I won't get together for sex. Then there was Karthik. We didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings by being promiscuous. Your dad got the penthouse done up and gave me a duplicate key for us to meet.

After coming here, Kumar wanted to admit Karthik in Lawrence School Lovedale in Ooty being his alma mater. I was very reluctant initially to put Karthik in boarding from such a young age. But Karthik was up to it. Once we visited the school I too was convinced.

My love life was now fabulous. However with Karthik in boarding school my feeling of loneliness became acute. Kumar's problems still persisted. So I prayed for a second child. One day I mustered enough courage and asked your dad whether I can have his child.

He was initially taken aback. I explained Kumar's inability to father a child. This convinced him and he agreed. But he wondered whether he was potent enough to impregnate me? We got tests done and which confirmed that he was more than capable.

Do you remember last year when your dad visited you? I also made a trip to Chennai to meet my parents. That was the fertile period for me and your dad and I made love like there was no tomorrow and I conceived Kruthika.

Your dad also confessed to me that he wanted another child after you were born, but because of some complications your mother couldn't conceive. When I became pregnant with his seed he was overwhelmed. He is a fabulous guy and I wouldn't mind having more children by him. 

We were so happy when it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I made love to Kumar around the same time. Also I substituted Kumar's sperm with your dad's in the fertility clinic so that I getting pregnant didn't look amiss. Eventually every one was happy". 

Mala found that every second she seemed to be learning new facts about Devaki and her dad. She realized the depth of love between her dad and her dearest friend. She too was happy for both of them.

She happily blurted out:"Therefore, de-facto Kruthika is my step sister and you are my step mom. I can now listen to what ever my mom advices." Saying this she hugged Devaki with tears of happiness in her eyes.

Devaki told her: "My advice to you is, listen to your conscience and act accordingly. Sin and morality are chimeras. As long as you don't hurt anybody or force yourself on anyone, I don't consider any act sinful or wrong. 

You are yearning for physical love and there is absolutely nothing wrong in having erotic thoughts even if it's about your own dad. Since it involves another person, whether these thoughts will fructify so that you achieve sexual satisfaction is something I can't answer for.

You will have to be your own lawyer, judge and jury. Talk to your dad and come clean. It will benefit everyone in the long run. I will the happiest person if you succeed in your endeavors". 

By now Kruthika had woken up and Devaki once again fed her milk. Mala was fascinated and she felt wistful. She wondered if she would ever become a mother and nurse a child at her breasts.

Devaki correctly read her friends thoughts and told her:"Don't worry Mala; you have all the time in the world to become a mother. Have patience." Mala hugged her gratefully and playfully told her:"You sound exactly like my mom." Both of them burst out laughing breaking the somber mood.

"Both of you seem to be having a good time it looks like:" said Venkat who had entered unnoticed. He too quickly grasped the mood both the women were in. His eyes turned misty seeing the three most important females of his family together. He found a lump forming in his throat when he tried to speak again. 

He quickly came to them, knelt down and took all three of them in an embrace. He showed no embarrassment in hugging half naked Devaki in front of his daughter Mala. Both the women in turn hugged him back and sat silently for a while. Mala's melancholy mood was lightened by this gesture. 

Devaki was the first to break the companionable silence. She told Venkat:"Mala has some serious marital issues which we have discussed about. During this dialogue I have confessed all about us. She wanted my advice and I have been open with her. I request you also to listen to her with an open mind as soon as possible." 

Having known Devaki intimately for the last two years, Venkat was not surprised by her talk. He nodded his head as he had a great respect for her intuitive thinking. He got up, kissed little Kruthika and Devaki and offered his hand for Mala to get up and join him.

They both took leave of Devaki and left her room. Then they had lunch at a restaurant and went for a drive. Mala narrated about her marital problems with Krish. 

Venkat was terribly saddened by the news. He never imagined that Mala's married life would end up like this. Then Mala poured her heart out as to how frustrated she was sexually without a heterosexual husband.

Venkat had led a sexually active life with his wife. After her demise providence interfered in the form of lovely Devaki, his daughter's young friend who was keeping his libido highly active. Therefore he was able to easily empathize with his daughter on her frustration. 

So he told her:" I can only offer words of comfort for now and pray that things turn out for the better. I can easily arrange for a divorce if you so wish. You are just about thirty and can easily get married again. You are a beautiful girl and getting a husband won't be a problem."

Mala told him:"Appa (dad in Tamil), I've considered this option and have rejected it. It's going to hurt a lot of people once it becomes public. That's why I came here to brainstorm with you and Devaki to find an alternative. My surprise visit resulted in something else altogether."

She went on to tell her dad what she witnessed the previous night at the penthouse. Before her dad could respond she narrated her feelings and actions during the witnessing and thereafter when alone in her bed.

"So I am in a dilemma Appa. Is this erotic feeling due to being without sex for long? Or am I really attracted to you? This morning when you hugged me I was aroused and that's why you felt me shiver in your arms" added Mala. 

Having heard all this, Venkat stopped the car in a quiet place, turned in his seat and faced Mala. 

He took Mala's soft face in his hands and looked at her. He found an innocent, attractive, troubled, healthy, and sexually active young woman done in by providence. But she was also his daughter. He was greatly upset that it was the same providence which brought him and Devaki together to heights of happiness had pushed his daughter into a deep trough.

He started to address Mala:" My dear girl, I have now perfectly understood your predicament. Your ruined married life has resulted in a sexual vacuum for you. Watching Devaki and me having the time of our life has reignited all your pent up passion. I am not at all embarrassed that you witnessed it and it turned you on. There's nothing wrong about it. It's only natural.

Also I further feel that you are attracted to me on a sexual rebound. Given time you will definitely find a good young man to take care of your sexual needs. I therefore feel that we should sit back and give ourselves time for this adrenaline rush to subside and take it on further from there. 

I am not a preacher of morality. Sexual partner should be according to a person's preference and nothing more." 

How ever as I am your dad, your pining for me has put both of us in a big spot. You are a beautiful woman whose desires need to be satisfied. I would be lying if I deny that I am not attracted towards you physically. I am not ashamed to admit it.

But I don't want us to rush into anything which we might regret later. That's the father in me speaking. I don't want you to get hurt mentally once again. You recounting all the actions in the penthouse between me and Devaki have aroused me also quite a bit. That's the virile male in me which has responded". 

Mala looked at her dad in the eye, took hold of his strong arms and told him:" Appa, I know that you are a decisive person. I think I understand you reluctance in coming to a quick decision. I truly respect that. You have understood that my frustrations are genuine. Tell me when the time is right." 

Venkat was not surprised by Mala's reply. He knew her to be a strong willed girl like her dear friend and now his lover Devaki. He knew that she analyzed things quickly and arrives at a fast decision.

He once again hugged her and could hear her increased heart beat. He gently kissed her on her brow and felt her stiffen. He wanted to more than comfort her there and then. But with a sigh, he let go of her, started the car and drove home.

On reaching home Mala went to her room for a nap. Venkat went next door and met Devaki who was alone with Kruthika and recounted his conversation with Mala. 

Devaki found him to be composed. She realized that he had made up his mind as to what needs to be done to keep Mala happy. But she waited for him to enlighten her. 

He sat next to her on the sofa, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She responded accordingly. He broke the kiss and started to tell her his thoughts on his daughter's dilemma.

"My love, when I was down in the dumps with self pity after Kalyani's death, you came like an angel to me one afternoon and put me back on my feet a complete man. I now find that my daughter is down in the dumps and come to me for a solution and she has decided that I am the solution.

My apprehension is neither sin nor morality. It's just that how long I will be able to satisfy her. Also I can't just forget you or neglect you. You are the love of my life and someone else has arrived to share it. Will I be man enough for both?"

Devaki in her forthright fashion told him:"Dear Venkat, I will answer the second question first and assure you that you are more than capable for both. As to the first query, since nothing is for ever the question of 'how long just doesn't arise'. 

For God's sake I am sharing something precious with my best friend in her time of need and I have no problems over that. Remember I am her de-facto step mother. It's the least I can do."

Venkat was overwhelmed by her generosity and broadmindedness. He told her so. Devaki hugged him and told him:"Don't worry darling, everything will workout alright. Now go and see how you can comfort Mala" and sent Venkat home.

That evening Devaki, Kumar, Mala and Venkat had dinner together at Kumar's place. It was like old days. Karthik's life at Lovedale was the main topic for discussion. Kruthika was also nearby sleeping peacefully in her crib. 

On completion of dinner, Venkat took leave and with Kumar went out for an after dinner stroll. Venkat thereafter returned home to his room on the first floor for the night.

After the men folk left, Mala and Devaki cleared the table and sat down to talk as there was lot of catching up to do between the friends. After a while Mala too went home for the night. Before she left, Devaki hugged her and told her:"Don't worry my dearest friend, things will workout fine pretty soon."