3 comments/ 44602 views/ 16 favorites Sex Across The Cell Phone Ch. 01 By: BeastMan69 "Hey did you hear Manju is getting married." Nandita announced excitedly. Kiran stirred slowly from his chair. "Is she now?" "Yeah she is," replied Nandita giving Kiran a weird look. "Why?" "Nothing," answered Kiran quickly. "Be sure to wish her, this is her last day at work." Nandita exited the room. Kiran stretched and sat back on his chair. Outside he could hear whoops and screams as everyone in the office gathered around Manju. He waited till the cheers died down a bit and went out the room himself. He saw Manju seated at the front desk dressed in a dazzling brown saree. Since Manju always had the habit of tying her saree a bit low, though not too low, Kiran could appreciate the lush curve of her dusky brown belly. Manju was a slim trim girl always decked up well. He sauntered up to her when she was relatively alone. "Heard you're getting married," he said casually. "Next week," she replied without looking up. Kiran was close enough to smell the flowers in her hair. "Please bring your wife and kids also." "I will. Congratulations." "Thanks." Manju replied. Kiran left. *********************************** Kiran arrived at the Kanpur hotel. He went straight to room 303. He rang the bell. The door opened and Manju stood before him dressed in the same brown saree from work. "May I come in?" Kiran asked coolly. Manju said nothing, choosing instead to leave the door open and shay shay back inside. Kiran waited for a moment outside watching the hypnotic sway of her hips and then followed her in. Manju sat on the edge of the bed. Kiran grabbed her roughly by the arm. "When the fuck were you planning to tell me?" Kiran was obviously angry, but Manju was unfazed. "What's it to you if I get married? It's not like you are gonna marry me." Kiran bit his lip. The bitch had a point. "I would have liked to know that the girl who I am currently fucking and whose virginity I took is getting married." Manju shrugged off her arm from Kiran's vice like grip. "Is that all I am to you? The girl you are currently fucking?" Manju asked angrily. Kiran's voice softened. "I would have liked to hear it from you first Manju," he said quietly. He gently stroked her hair, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers. "Will I see you after you're married?" "No." she snapped. He shifted his weight so he was closer to her on the bed. He could feel her breathing rapidly. Manju watched as Kiran raised his hand and placed it softly on the exposed skin of her belly. Manju felt her body stiffen immediately as ripples of...something...passed through her. Kiran had placed his hand perfectly on her navel with just the right amount of pressure. Manju cursed herself silently as she felt herself weakening. Kiran was a charming and handsome man. Tall and dark with chiseled features, he was rumored to have dalliances with many women outside of his marriage. She had been surprised initially when he had shown interest in her. She knew she was not his type. After having falling for his charms, he had deflowered her in that very room. He was very good at sex, very experienced. He was slow and patient, passionate and intense and his body moved with a rhythm that reminded of her of primal jungle drums. Needless to say Manju had totally succumbed to Kiran's needs. She knew every inch of his body, just as he knew hers. But when a marriage offer had come her way she had done the wise thing. She had just been unable to bring herself to tell Kiran. Kiran gently continued caressing the softness of her belly. "Can I do this after your married Manju?" he hissed. "May...maybe..." she stammered. "What about this?" Kiran asked in a low voice, slipping his hands beneath her saree and into her crotch. "Can I Manju?" Kiran whispered into her ear as his hands began to gently stroke her sex. Manju felt herself moaning softly as his fingertips probed through her panty and brushed her labia, slowly deliberately till she could stand it no longer. Manju bit her lip drawing blood. The pain helped clear her head and shake off those lust-soaked thoughts. Yes she wanted Kiran badly, but she was due to wed in a week. She forced herself to think of Ramesh, her fiancée. The cell phone rang then with shrill urgency. It was Manju's and she used the distraction deftly to steer away from Kiran's searching fingers. "Hello Manju?" said the voice on the phone. Manju bit her lip harder. It was her fiancée Ramesh and he could not have called at a more inopportune moment. "Hello Ramesh," Manju said in a suppressed voice. Kiran immediately perked up. "Are you busy?" Ramesh asked. "Um, no." was the terse reply. "Are you still at work?" "No Ramesh work just got over, I am having a small snack with a friend at the Kanpur hotel." "Oh, which friend?"Ramesh asked curious. Kiran chose that moment to slip his hands beneath her skirts and began sliding them along the inside of Manju's smooth recently waxed thighs. Manju tried to reply to her fiancée Ramesh's pertinent query, but Kirans roving hands were taking up all her attention. At five foot ten Manju was tall and there was a lot of creamy thigh that Kiran had to work on. "Just an old friend, a colleague of mine, he's just leaving." Manju managed at long last. "There, he just left," lied Manju, "what did you want to talk about Ramesh?" "Manju," said Ramesh, his voice turning husky over the phone, "we will be together next week. I am a virgin just like you. And I want you Manju." Kiran who was overhearing parts of the conversation snorted. "Virgin?" he rasped. And to prove a point inserted his thumb slowly into Manju's ever moistening vagina. She gasped and Ramesh heard her sharp intake of breath on the phone. "Manju, hey Manju is something wrong?" Concern tinged Ramesh's voice. "N...nothing Ramesh, I...I think it was a cat or something," was her lame reply. Kiran grabbed her phone arm so that the phone was away and Ramesh could not hear him... "Talk to him about sex," he said evilly. And when Manju shook her head: "Talk to him or I will make you cum while you're on the phone," he dared her. To emphasize his point and to basically show that he owned her body, Kiran removed his thumb from her now soaked love-opening and placed it on her throbbing clitoris. He began to rub his thumb in a way that he knew would drive her insane. All this was done in spite of a saree covering her private parts. This was how well Kiran had mapped her body! Manju considered. Kiran could easily make her cum if he wanted to. He was going to make her cum whether she wanted to or not. And from past experience she could not undergo an orgasm quietly. Ramesh already seemed suspicious, and this more than anything made her give in. "What would you like to do to me on our first night Ramesh?" asked Manju, caving in to Kirans whims. Ramesh seemed taken aback by his future wife's sudden directness and was a moment in replying. "I would like to kiss you Manju. I want my tongue to touch your throat." Kiran immediately grabbed her around the neck and began kissing her softly inserting his tongue as deep into Manju's mouth as was possible. Manju held her phone away lest her fiancée hear the kissing noises that ensued. Kiran disengaged and nodded towards the phone. "No, I won't," whispered Manju heatedly," I did as you asked." "You will continue to do as I ask or else," muttered Kiran glaring at her. "You will keep on asking sweet Ramesh what he wants to do to you- till he is satisfied." She shot him a 'how could you?' look, but she answered the phone. "Sure Ramesh you can kiss me all you want. After all I will be your wife. What else?" "I want to kiss you on your belly Manju," crooned Ramesh, blissfully unaware of what his needs were doing to his bride. "You have no idea how hot you look in a saree. I want to suckle on your hot deep navel, and bury my nose in it." Manju gasped again as she felt herself falling back on the bed. Kiran had pushed her on the bed and he now leaned over tugging her saree well below her waist. He began placing soft, warm kisses on her curvaceous belly, starting from the top of her stomach, just below her breasts and moving down to her navel. He also nibbled when ever her stomach had curves. Manju could not tolerate this sensuous movement on her body and soon began writhing on the bed. She pushed her cell phone under a pillow to muffle the aroused sounds she was starting to make. The dance ended when Kiran buried his aquiline nose in her navel. Kiran looked up with a smirk. "Next." Manju got her cell phone out from under the pillow and gave Kiran a pleading look. Kiran just shook his head. "Manju, Manju are you still there?" Ramesh's ever present voice echoed over the phone. As Manju was a tall woman she had a lot of kissable middle and Kiran had taken a bit of time. "Yes I am still here Ramesh, I just kind of got caught up in what you were saying and I kind of zoned out." "Can I go on or are you bored or something?" Ramesh wanted to know. "No no you're not boring me Ramesh" Manju added hastily afraid of hurting her fiancée's feelings. "Please tell me what you want to do to my body next." Kiran waited excitedly. This was all going much better than he had expected. This Ramesh was a really horny guy and he was curious what he would want to do next. "Hmmm...can I remove your blouse Manju?" Ramesh asked lustily. "Err...yes you can," said Manju, looking warily at Kiran, who swiftly began relieving her of her blouse. Manju had to hold both her arms and the cell phone up as Kiran pulled the blouse over her head. "Wow," mouthed Kiran as he stared at her netted bra. "Are you wearing a bra Manju?" asked Ramesh eagerly. "What do you think?" asked Manju exasperated. "I want to remove it too and your panties also," added Ramesh greedily. Soon Manju was sitting butt naked on the bed. She was hoping beyond hope that her 'sex' chat with her fiancée had ended. But alas, it was not to be: "I want to suck on your nipples..." When Kiran was finished her breasts looked like they had bullets stuck on them that's how hard her nipples became. Then Ramesh's requests started getting serious: "I want you to suck on my dick Manju," said Ramesh in a reasonably commanding voice. He was getting used to this now. Kiran stood up on the bed and dropped his pants in front of Manju's face. He was semi erect from all that he had done. Manju closed her eyes not believing what was happening. Soon she felt something warm and hard brush against her face and opened her eyes to see Kiran's organ hardening. He had not moved an inch but his cock had increased in length and girth to nearly three times its size when she had last seen it – and it had now crossed the empty space between them, a bridge of hard aroused flesh. Manju knew that Kiran was excited because she was going to suck on his pole while she was talking to her future husband. That and the fact that she had become naked had made him erect so quickly. "Will you suck my dick Manju?" Ramesh persisted. Manju was unable to reply because at that moment Kirans penis throbbed and with a burst of blood and flesh reached its full size of nine and a half inches. Kiran was a big man at six foot two, but Manju could never get used to his size. She had been pleasured by the massive manhood before and marveled at its girth many times. But each time she saw Kirans erect genitalia she was left speechless. So far she had managed to make conversation with Ramesh, but now she felt her thoughts cloud over. All sentience fled as the musky organ beckoned to her in a secret language only her hormones could understand. "Manju Manju, are you there? Are you angry with me Manju? Did I go too far this time?" Ramesh's nerdy voice was like a bucket of cold water. "Ramesh I..." Kiran chose that moment to slip his cock head into her open mouth, effectively cutting her off. He did not even bother that Manju had her phone to her ear as he began fucking her mouth. "Urlggggg lllllllggghhhhhhh..." Manju gurgled with incoherence. Every time the big cock exited her mouth, she assumed that she would be able to reply only to have it thrust right back against her throat. She began gasping and coughing and began to slap Kirans buttocks with her free hand, begging for a timeout. She got it but only when Kiran was satisfied. "Ramesh..." she rasped on the phone. "Why are you so breathless?" "I was...imagining sucking your cock," she wheezed, "and became somewhat out of breath." This greatly pleased Ramesh who believed that she was playing up for his sake. "Ha ha ha Manju yes I will confess that I have a rather large manhood." "But now Manju," Ramesh's voice was getting serious, "I want to enter your body. I want to live inside your world." Kiran's cock was so erect now that the tip of the bulbous pink head rested on Manju's forehead, a leaning tower of Penis. "Are you sure Ramesh?" asked Manju, glaring at Kiran, "isn't it a bit too early for that sort of thing?" But Ramesh was adamant. "No Manju, its time. No more foreplay, I want to fuck you." "Won't you err...want to kiss my pussy or play with me down there?" Manju was trying to buy time. Ramesh did not sound very eager but he agreed. Then Kirans face was in-between her thighs, she knew by the first caress of his tongue that she would not stay silent. So she decided on another track. "Ramesh, I am going to touch myself now and believe that you are eating my pussy. I may make some...sexual noises. Is that ok?" ******************* Ramesh was really getting excited on the other side of the line. "I...I would really like that Manju," said Ramesh when Manju told him to expect some sounds from her end. He got more excited when he heard the loud moans of his fiancée over the phone. God she was really going at it! He felt proud that he had aroused her that much. He had become hard just listening to the animal like sounds of ecstasy coming from Manju's throat. Ramesh enjoyed the fact that Manju was putting on a top notch sexual show for his benefit. But there was a nagging sense of disquiet that left him weighted down. Manju had told him she was a virgin, but she seemed more open to sex chats than could have been imagined. Given, she might be a virgin who was really looking forward to sex, but she has taken to it a bit too easily. "Unhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhaaaa.... ohhhhhhhh... mmmmmmm..." Manju's sexual song continued in the background of his foreboding thoughts. And no woman fingering herself could cause this much pleasure to herself could she? If that was the case women would not need men at all! They could satisfy themselves quite easily. "Oh God...ahhhhh...haaaa...!" Manju screamed, making Ramesh harder and harder. He tried to listen carefully on the phone see if there was something suspicious going on, but Manju hoarse voice drowned everything else out. It was...it was...almost as if there was someone with her, pleasuring her body in ways unimaginable. Cold sweat began pouring down the side of Ramesh's face. He felt his erection die down as fear took hold. His faithful Manju, what if she... Ramesh could bear it no longer. Grabbing his car keys he rushed down. He still kept the line on the phone open. If Manju was up to no good he would try to catch her red-handed. Manju had mentioned the Kanpur hotel. Ramesh stepped on the gas and the car roared as he cut through the intersection like a madman, skipping the red traffic light, ignoring the constable yelling and waving at him. .......TO BE CONTINUED..... Sex Across The Cell Phone Ch. 02 Ramesh stormed into the lobby of the Kanpur hotel, panting for breath and red from exertion. He made straight for the front desk. "Is there a Miss Manju here?" he wheezed, "She's my fiancée and I absolutely have to..." A smartly dressed lady in a salwaar kameez brushed him aside rudely. "Is there a room registered to Mr. Kiran? Yes, it's my husband, this is urgent." The young girl behind the desk stared bewildered from Ramesh to the newly arrived lady. "Sorry madam we cannot reveal that kind of information." "You will do as I ask," the lady replied her face livid with fury. "Do you know who I am?" Ramesh stared at the lady. She was quite comely, in spite of her hair being in disarray. Her red salwar seemed a bit loose for her body, but did little to hide her gracious curves. Her kameez had a deep neckline and as she stood on tiptoe, elbows on the desk, her ample breasts, jutted outwards, pressed tight against the oak paneling. Ramesh did his best not to stare but the breasts were just almost popping out. Her salwar was slung low hugging her hips and accentuating her butt-line. She had short hair, a wry mouth slashed with bright red lipstick. Her skin was fair and smooth and her eyes were hidden by sunglasses. Meanwhile the young girl faltered and began punching numbers and names on her computer. "There...there's a room registered to a Mr. Kiran. But I can't say for sure if he's you're..." "That's fine," the lady snapped, "which room?" "Room 306," stammered the girl. "That bastard," growled the lady and took off. "Excuse me please." Ramesh said at entrance to the lift. The lady turned angrily and Ramesh flinched. "What do you want?" she asked. "Did you say your husband's name was Kiran?" "What of it?" asked the lady as she punched the button to the third floor. "Look my fiancées name is Manju," Ramesh said uneasily as the lift started up, "and she works at Mehta enterprises..." The lady lovely lips parted in an "oh" of surprise. "My husband works there," she blurted. "What do you want really?" "I think," said Ramesh slowly, feeling his throat become dry as sandpaper, "that your husband is having an affair with my fiancée." "I see," said the lady slowly pursing her lips. With a flick of her hand she removed her glasses. She was truly lovely with night-dark eyes, which were now filmed with thought. He thought he also detected a look of pity. "He would have probably impregnated your fiancée by now, that fucker never uses condoms." Before Ramesh could open his mouth to respond to the horrible statement the elevator dinged. They were at the third floor. The corridor was deserted – hotel occupancy seemed to be at a minimum. "I'm Bhavana," the fiery bob-cut lady offered, "and if you're coming with me you're probably going to see your fiancée engaged in unwanted acts with my husband." Ramesh swallowed. "Your husband has done this kind of thing before?" Bhavana's laugh was harsh. "He has had many sexual partners. Yes, though I have lost count." "And has he err...impregnated anyone?" "No, but you don't want your Manju to be the first do you?" "NO, NO," muttered Ramesh, horrified at the thought. "But don't worry, I hear my Kiran is very careful, he makes them swallow contraceptives after he comes inside them." As they walked to room 306, they came across a floor attendant. "Hey you Baba," Bhavana called out. As the man turned she thrust her chest forward. "I seem to have misplaced my room key, room 305, can you help me?" Trapped by Bhavana's breasts, the poor man stammered: "Maamji I...yes ...I have..." As he was fumbling with the key to the door (one eye on the door another on Bhavana's chest), Ramesh saw Bhavana swipe something from his service cart. "There Maamji, all done." Bhavana smiled sweetly. "Thank you Bhai." When they entered the room 305 which seemed to be unoccupied, the sounds of ferocious fucking drifted in from the other room. "Your Manju and my Kiran," said Bhavana gesturing lewdly. She walked towards the connecting door where the sounds of coupling were most audible. She drew out a key, which Ramesh realized she had relieved the poor attendant off. With a soft rattle and clank the connecting door swung open. There on the bed in the conjoining room, was a couple, in the process of conjoining themselves. Ramesh could hardly make out Manju, as her body was totally covered by the naked muscular body of the man he supposed was Kiran. Watching the love of his life getting mauled by a naked sweaty man, Ramesh felt strangely excited. The excitement bewildered him, for he wondered why he was so horny when he wasn't the one having sex with his fiancée. Bhavana crouched down on the floor and began watching. Through her peripheral vison she saw a shocked Ramesh settle down beside her. "This is madness!" he said. In Bhavana's mind, as she knelt there couchant, there was naught but blistering rage. This was her husband's nth infidelity. But the first one she was witnessing as a live demonstration. That was when she felt something comfortably hard pressing against her right buttock. At first she assumed it was Ramesh's knuckle or fist as he knelt beside her. But when she sneaked a furtive glance at his face, she realized it was something else. The soon to be husband was getting exquisitely aroused by watching his soon to be wife, getting pounded, ploughed, furrowed and fertilized by her ever unfaithful husband. Bhavana reached out and gently almost playfully stroked the pointed hardness nestling against her ass. The sharp intake of breath from Ramesh was all the proof she needed. "What... what are you doing?" he hissed. "Just stroking the cock you're rubbing against me," said Bhavana coyly. "I'm not rubbing..." began Ramesh indignantly. Bhavana stroked him again, more sensuously this time. Ramesh moaned for he could not help himself. "Why are you getting a hard on watching your fiancée getting fucked by my husband?" asked Bhavana, arching her brow. "I would think you should be angry, but you're getting aroused. What kind of a pervert are you?" "It's just...I well...." Ramesh licked his lips, opened and closed his mouth like a concussed fish. A particularly loud whimper of ecstasy from Manju distracted them both. Kiran was bearing down on Manju in the missionary position, and her legs locked around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into his buttocks. Behind her, Bhavana felt Ramesh harden further. Though she was not in the mood for anything hot, she wondered if Ramesh was one of those sorts who doesn't look it, but is secretly well endowed. She also wondered mildly if Ramesh was excited to have her beside him, while his future wife in the room across was having an obviously erotic moment. "Stand up," Bhavana whispered in Ramesh's ear. "What?" "Stand up; I want to see your cock." Bhavana snapped. "What! No! No fucking way!" "Stand up and drop your pants or I scream," said Bhavana resolutely. "And you can explain to your fiancée why you're watching her getting boned to hell and actually enjoying it." Ramesh stared for a moment and seeing that she was serious did as he was bid. When his pants dropped Bhavana saw that he wore yellow jockeys which were currently being stretched to capacity by his oversize boner. Limberly she released the straining cock, which shot outwards like a bird from its cage. As soon as Ramesh saw that he was fully exposed before this buxom housewife, who quite coincidentally happened to be on her knees, he felt more excited than ever. Virgin that he was, he could feel the blood pounding in his cock. Bhavana was having a spiritual moment. Though her husband was a philanderer extraordinaire, she was quite chaste. She had borne his hurtful flings with the utter stoicism of the faithful. In fact this was the first cock other than her hubby's that she was bearing witness to. Ramesh towered at nearly nine inches, close to her husband's size though with less girth. More than simply curious Bhavana inched her lovely face closer to Ramesh's swollen muscle. The penis throbbed in response to her facial approach. Ramesh felt Bhavana's warm moist breath on his genitals and felt his toes curl up! When Bhavana bent forward and kissed his hardness, he squealed. Bhavana wrapped her hands around the mahogany shaft and inhaled its lusty musky odor. "Mmmmmm..." she hummed as she pulled back the foreskin, not ungently, and licked the pink cock-head like an ice cream pop. She proceeded to take more of the achingly hard manhood into her mouth, her lips smearing red lipstick on either side of the cock. She managed to take more than two-third into her mouth before she felt it grate against her throat. She retracted a little, adjusted the distance and began sucking away at the now glistening saliva-soaked manhood. Then on Bhavana descended into a symphony of her own making where she was the musician and the swollen pole in her hands and mouth her organ of choice. Ramesh's thighs shivered and trembled, his entire body quivering and the virgin was reduced to a slavering primate, whose mouth emitted only jungle sounds and no real words. It certainly did not help that before him, on the bed in the other room, his fiancée Manju was being spread-eagled and mounted yet again in a Kama sutra like maneuver, that had her legs flailing and her body twisting in sexual agony. "Please Bhavana," begged Ramesh, finally finding words, "at this rate I will come in your mouth." Bhavana's eye lids fluttered. "Where inside me do want to come then Ramesh?" she asked. Her words were mildly muffled by his cock. The question nearly made him release himself on her tongue. Bhavana stood up smoothly and removed her sleeveless Kameez, revealing her full mature breasts held in place by a bright red matching bra. She shrugged off her salwar wriggling her butt. Before Ramesh could do more than gawk, she unhitched her bra and smoothly slid off her panties down her creamy waxed thighs. Her pussy was completely shaved and Ramesh was unable to divide his attention between her size 34D breasts and her pink velvety cunt lips. Finally her large brown areolas with their dark tipped nipple buds captured his full attention. Her breasts swayed as she walked towards him, gently stepping over the puddle of her discarded clothes. She kissed him softly; teaching him, coaxing him with her tongue, then began biting him on his lips. She removed his T shirt, and began raking her nails across his chest, clawing at his erect nipples. "Fuck me Ramesh," she groaned huskily in his ear, her feet resting on his toes, arching her back so that her incredible breasts crushed against his bare chest nipples first. Ramesh felt as if his cock was going to jump out of his skin. "I...I...cant," stammered Ramesh, "I am a virgin, I..." "OH hush," she replied in a wet voice filled with aching want. She traced her lips across his mouth. "It's not rocket science; even cave men could do it." So saying, she turned and walked towards the connecting door. The clenching motion of her pale bare buttocks as she did so made Ramesh's penis twitch and his cock very nearly released. She lay down at the threshold on the fluffy russet colored carpet and began watching the lovers in the other room. Ramesh approached her with great trepidation and an impossibly erect penis. He watched her smooth naked backside, admired the tight taper and curves of her stomach as he lay down beside her. "This is how we started out," he chuckled nervously, "but now we have become naked." Bhavana's eyes slid lazily to him, drinking him in, devouring him with their intensity. She placed her hands on his thigh and squeezed, "take me Ramesh, now here before these two." Her smoldering gaze then fell upon her husband, who was busy gyrating his hips, as Manju rode him like a wild horse. "Violate me!" Bhavana cried, her nails digging painfully into his body. Ramesh got up and mounted her from behind. But in the wan light he could not see clearly and his sexual inexperience was telling. He fumbled with his cock. "What if I enter the wrong hole?" he asked worriedly. "I trust you Ramesh, please hurry." "Can't you lie on your back?" panted Ramesh, "it would be easier." "I want to watch my husband as you fuck me Ramesh." "All right, here goes nothing," gasped Ramesh as her rammed his cock roughly into Bhavana's glorious backside. Bhavana grunted in pain, as she felt the cock-head tried to enter her anus. "It's too tight Bhavana," muttered Ramesh, "am in the right place?" She could have corrected him then. She could have guided him into her womb. But she remembered the number of times her husband Kiran had whined and begged to let him sodomize her. She had never relented. She was in every sense an anal virgin. "Ahh...ahh...unghhh...mmmmaaaaa...." Manju's desperate moaning in the other room decided her. If her husband could partake off forbidden pleasures then so would she. Steeling herself against the pain she told Ramesh, "Make yourself wet and slippery that way you will enter me quite easily. Go get some soap and water from the bathroom." The pain subsided as Ramesh retracted his cock from her ass. But soon he was back. This time he slid his wet soapy pole up and down between her butt cheeks, feeling her out, like in one of his porn movies. He began rubbing the soap and water on her perineum, unwittingly stroking her vagina in the process. Bhavana moaned out loud. Curious, Ramesh palmed Bhavana's sex yet again, but much more slowly this time. He could feel the shaved pussy lips tingle under his fingertips. Encouraged he inserted a dripping finger into her. Finding room for more he inserted a second finger and then a third. Retracting his hands he punched his fingers through in a pugilistic movement. Bhavana's body jumped. Ramesh's searching fingers parted her butt cheeks and slowly began exploring her holes. Finally he was able to lodge his thumb into her puckered anus, with three fingers inside her other opening. And Ramesh saw the error of his ways. He had tried to enter the wrong door. Ramesh was now fascinated by Bhavana. This Punjabi housewife had known he had tried to enter her backside and had still encouraged him -knowing that he was a virgin! Can one lose his virginity by ploughing into a woman's asshole? These doubts plagued Ramesh but incensed his lust. This house wife was her offering her 'strictly-no-no' area to him. Such things do not come easily. Not to him. But he would satisfy this Punjabi Kudi anyway she wanted. He just wanted to fuck her and did not care how he did it or where. He decided again to copy his porno; it seemed to work for him. He buried his face into her buttocks, nose nudging her anus as he began to hungrily devour her pussy. Ramesh being virginal began attacking Bhavana's genitals with an intensity that caused the other to cry out in surprise. Rotating his index finger in her anus Ramesh lapped at the swollen cunt lips. The smell was intoxicating and Ramesh was getting inebriated with the taste of Bhavana's sex. Becoming bolder he inserted a knuckle into the dilating, excitable anus and began grinding and twisting. "OH GOD RAMESH......" Bhavana's agony- scream of pleasure went hitherto unheard in the other room, where the other couple was also noisily involved in copulation. A rhythmic series of moans began to echo in both rooms, the two pairs of sexually involved parties totally oblivious of each other, caught as they were in their own mesmerizing orgiastic trances. The sex noises sort of cancelled each other out. Ramesh was relentless and he went on as if possessed, honing in on some part of Bhavana that instinct told him would turn her on. He was also amazingly receptive for a first timer, accelerating his movements when he felt Bhavana's body jerk with a surge of pleasure. The incessant fingering and eating of her anus and pussy proved ultimately too much for Bhavana, and she began struggling and twisting on the floor her grasping hands clutching in vein at the carpet, trying to stop a tirade that was unstoppable. "Please Ramesh," she begged, "please don't..." "Don't what Bhavana?" asked Ramesh suddenly feeling emboldened and for the first time in complete control. "Don't do this?" He swatted at her pussy, spanking the already tender and extremely excitable organ. Bhavana's entire body seemed to convulse, her breath coming in spasms. "NO Ramesh, I can't ....I....I..." "You can't?" asked Ramesh firmly. "And I am supposed to be the virgin here." He bent forward yet again face buried in her behind when he spotted a tiny hair rimming her anus. Playfully and in order to tease Bhavana he tugged at it with his mouth and teeth. This small action sent a shockingly powerful jolt of electricity into Bhavana's already overloaded circuits. The swell of overwhelming anal pleasure, surged in a tide that crashed against the carnal centers of her brain burying her in an avalanche of sexual explosions from which there was no coming back. Like a great white shark cutting through the choppy seas, her orgasm burst through her body rendering her a twitching convulsing jelly like mass on the floor. Ramesh watched as her anus dilated, her buttocks lifting up into the air, and a thick stream of colorless fluid exploded out of Bhavana's vagina hitting him full in the face. Meanwhile, Manju and Kiran began to stir. Kiran had just cum into Manju flooding her fully and was lying collapsed on top of her body, panting as his cock emptied out into her. The couples had heard some kind of loud noise and were getting out of bed. Ramesh seized his moment, spitting and blinking from Bhavana's misty squirt. Bhavana was near unconscious on the floor, clearly wiped out from her recent exertions. Her ass was still raised up and both her wet sex openings glistened invitingly. Obliging Bhavana Ramesh positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass and guided himself inside. Bhavana moaned as she felt the cock head rubbing into her outer sphincter, she was relaxed enough (thanks in part to the massive orgasm) that Ramesh was able to part the outer sphincter quite easily and a third of his cock slid down into her rectum. She groaned in pleasure as the bulging cock began to crush against her cervix through the overloaded rectum, stimulating her vagina as well. Bhavana turned to look at Ramesh encouragingly as he gripped her hips putting more of his weight behind his cock. "AHHHHH..." he groaned, as he felt the tight velvety gut surround his cock in a vice like grip. "Deeper Ramesh," Bhavana urged, "it...feels...so...good. So much better than when my chodh is fucked. Deeper please." Ramesh retracted his cock carefully, afraid of hurting Bhavana, but he was now exploring unknown worlds and he felt more adventurous. With a sharp thrust he navigated his cock past her inner sphincter, so that nine inches of him was buried deep inside Bhavana's ass. "I feel like I am going to come again Ramesh," she said as she felt him ease his cock deeper into her forbidden confines. She felt tight and stretched beyond imagination, her sensitive nerves getting crushed by the manhood exploring and conquering her anal cherry. "I want you to come as many times as you want Bhavana," said Ramesh. "I am here for you." Then Ramesh began to pound her. He would withdraw slowly to her anal rim and slam into her with his pubic bone grating against her sweaty body. "Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck..." Bhavana felt comingling stabs of pain and pleasure and she began to get up, resting on her knees. Her hands dug into the sides of Ramesh's buttocks for support. This sudden change in position to near erect, increased the pressure on Ramesh's cock and he was afraid that he would spew before exacting the full amount of pleasure that was due to him. To distract himself he began to fondle and caress Bhavana's outwardly protruding breasts, his palms covering her large areolas, nipples taut between his fingertips. She turned to look at him as she wanted to see the orgiastic pleasure on his face, the happiness she knew she was giving him, which he justly deserved. And they began to kiss with a heightened sense of tension and impending urgency. Ramesh slid his hands down to her sopping wet cunt and began to massage her swollen labia. Sex Across The Cell Phone Ch. 02 "Mmmmm...ahaaa...ohhhhhh.....haaaaaaaahaaa" They began making non-human sounds as their bodies ground together; sweat and secretions combining and flowing freely. The two new lovers found themselves in each other's arms while performing forbidden acts of pleasure. Wanting to be more proactive, Bhavana began slamming her ass to and fro into Ramesh' abdomen, milking the tight cock with her anus. Each time she came close, Ramesh would finger her body until... So it was that when a very naked and curious Kiran walked hand in hand with a sweaty and naked Manju, they each saw their better halves engaged in sex acts which even they had not experienced. Bhavana came first as Kiran stopped to gawk, throwing her head back and howling at the ceiling; her finger nails painting bloody red furrows into Ramesh's buttocks and thighs. Ramesh came half a heartbeat later, his left hand wrapped around Bhavana's waist, climaxing her reddened puffed up pussy lips, while his right hand squeezed her breasts till Manju thought they would burst. Bhavana fell away from Ramesh's fuck-clutch as Ramesh howled wildly while his cock began spewing and pulsing fresh hot semen deep inside Bhavana's rectum. The two anal lovers remained conjoined for a while their bodies twitching and shuddering with their respective orgasms. They had not even noticed that Kiran and Manju had entered the room. Nor would they have cared if they had.