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Talk and Action Ch. 01

By: misterwho



"I made a mess of myself dreaming of you," he said. 

It was a lie. He had not been dreaming. He had been thinking. He visualized untying the knot of the top of her caftan and slipping his hands under to take hold of her nice, large breasts.

"How does that happen?" she asked curiously.

Shyam found that hard to believe. His old school friend, now closing in on 50 was the mother of two. She had married a genius of a man -- a professor. The Professor was a man of the academic world.

"He is in a dream world of his own," she said blandly of him. Initially the talk was centered on catching up. 33 years had passed since Sunil and Nalini had parted ways, after school. Prior to that they had spend ten years together in school.

But because they had been very, very close in school the topic eventually veered around to married life. Sunil, very clever with words, unraveled his friend and eventually they had discussed their sex lives in detail.

The renewed vigor that Sunil displayed in bed surprised his own wife. Unknown to her, Sunil was, in his mind actually fucking Nalini. Never before had he ravaged his wife the way he did that time. Never had he put her leg over his shoulder to splay her open and in that position fucked her with an animal-like vigor. Never had he left such deep bite marks on her breasts. And never had his fingernails nearly drawn out blood like this.

But Nalini was in his mind. She had her on camera and had been dressed in her nightdress. He could see her breasts and every time she carried the laptop to a new location in her house, she leaned forward.

He could see her large breasts as her top hung open. She did not seem to be aware. He remembered her as beautiful since school. But her breasts had grown to that of a mature woman and very every bit luscious. From what he could judge, they were large, heavy and weighed down. 

On a particularly cold morning Nalini's nipples stabbed through the top and it was clear to Sunil that she had suckable teats. He spotted the nipple large and standing. The location of that protuberance told him her breasts were heavy and hanging for the nipple was quite far from her cleavage. 

At other times he thought he saw the nipples rise to the occasion when he talked to her suggestively.

All the sex talk and the views of his dear friend roused to the point where he had been animal with his wife. Sunil's wife felt the difference and wondered about it loudly which she was being fucked. But Sunil was the picture of complete concentration during the act and did not reply other than to drive both of them to new highs and orgasm.

When they met again a few days later on Skype Nalini pushed Sunil for an explanation. "What did you mean when you said you were all messed up in your pants? And what does that have to do with my having had kids?" she pressed him. 

Not wanting to upset his friend he replied, "Nothing."

Actually, he wanted to say to her directly: "You have to know about fucking. How else could you have had kids?" But he wanted to slowly make her open up to him and was wary of scaring her away. 

"No, Sunil," she said. "Let's make deal. We are childhood friends. No secrets between us."

Many of these conversations had Sunil completely puzzled. Did she really not know or was she leading him on? But the careless manner in which she dressed when she came online and the nature of her persistent questions convinced him that she was indeed naïve.

The quiet girl of his class whom he had always fancied had never been accessible to him from the romance point of view. They were close friends. But it was other boys that lavished attention on her. And she seemed preoccupied between them and her studies .

The same girl, a woman now, had no one to turn to in the isolation of the university campus. He had her undivided attention.

Between his 45th and 50th year, there had been a series of reunions. Each reunion brought home the ease of using linked in, Facebook and other social media. He searched for her in the school reunion and she had not been there. When he went looking for her with gusto, he found her in this remote campus. 

"You never noticed me in school!" she complained with a pout when they got past the initial rounds of catching up. 

"Quite the contrary!" he replied. "You were gorgeous then and you had guys around you all the time. You never noticed me expect for mundane things. But you are gorgeous now too!" he complimented her,. It was not entirely true. But he said it anyway.

"Am I?" she asked. "No, you are lying. Professor hardly notices me," 

"But I am fit!" she said. She stood up and swung around showing off her figure. IT was then that he saw her large breasts. But what really accentuated them was her narrow waist and flat tummy -- even if her hips were curvaceous and wide.

"Not bad for a 50 year old with two kids isn't it?" she boasted.

And then she did something unimaginable. She pulled up her t-shirt and patted her stomach and slid her hand down to pouch the gentle bulge of her belly. "You could not have said I have two kids," she said.

She was now facing the camera side on to show Sunil how flat her belly really was and how trim she had become.

"How?" asked Sunil. She was gorgeous. Though he had not meant it, his statement turned out to be true.

"Oh, the gym!" she said. The university has an excellent gym and I go there regularly. Professor accompanies me. But mostly his students who use the gym heavily helped me along, encouraging me."

"Would you like to see my gym outfit?" she asked on another occasion. 

"Sure," he replied.

"Shall I take you to my room?" she asked with a laugh.

"Yes," he replied, his throat drying up at the suggestion in her voice.

She leaned forward giving him his umpteenth view of her sumptuous breasts. She lifted the laptop and holding it walked to her room. With each step she was treated to the sight of her jiggling breasts. Her torso was directly in front of the camera. He could see the outline of her nipple and he hoped the room was far, far away and that he would be able to ogle her tits for long.

There was something different about watching a woman who he knew closely. Watching women was not a big deal in the Internet era. Nor was it so modest with Bollywood films anymore. The heroines of today dressed as skimpily as the vamps of yesteryears. 

But the body of a woman he knew and with whom there existed the distinct possibility of meeting -- it turned him on at a different level.

"Don't look" she said laying down the laptop at an angle she thought was away from her. . But the camera as pointed at some mirror and owing to some arrangement of multiple reflections he was looking at Nalini as she undressed.

She raised the nightgown over her head, revealing herself in full to him. Her pussy had a matting of wispy hair. Her stomach was as flat as she had shown and the curves of the belly merely enhanced the sexuality. The breasts, large, rubbed against the fabric as it stretched over the flesh. The caress of fabric against the breasts made her nipples stand to full attention so that when the curtain of the gown rose over the breasts they were signaling their presence to Sunil like a formal salute. .

The breasts themselves were large. Seriously large. And yet, they defied gravity. 

She leaned forward to wear the running slacks and her breasts hung down as she did so. Sunil felt a raging hard on and watched in amazement as Nalini then pulled n a low top with a thin strap that went over her shoulder.

It was possibly a size too small; and even if not that, it showed around a third of her breasts on all sides since it was so cut. 

"This is what you wear to the gym?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," she replied." You like it?" she asked.

"You look like a bomb shell in that!" he exclaimed.

"Really?" she asked. "No,' she said, wrinkling her nose. That scrunched up nose was her defining feature with her having been compared to the hot star of their years -- Mumtaz.

"But hey! I think you are avoiding the question. What did you mean by 'mess'?"

Sunil thought of his impossibly hard and large cock. When he had removed his underpants, there was a sticky mess, enough to have been the output of a full ejaculation. 

He wondered how he was going to describe the physiology and the reactions which caused all this to happen. 

"I don't know how to," he said simply.

"You too!" she feigned shock. The impishness and the mischief in her eyes were tantalizing. Sunil felt stupid that he had let this luscious creature out of his orbit at all. "Then I guess I will have to be disappointed!" she said.

Sunil felt the opportunity slipping away.

"Well, you know, a man gets hard?" he said slowly.

"You mean -- down there?" she asked.

"Yes. And then I started to flow as I saw how beautiful you look," he said softly.

"You were ogling me?" she asked, suddenly pulling her nightgown closer as if to hide that impossible-to-hide deep cleavage.

"And you discovered that when?" she asked.

"I realized it soon after I became really hard," he said. Then, "Hey! You don't have to try and cover yourself from me!"

"I will if you try to change the topic. I never knew something like this was even possible. You better explain to me," she said.

He could not bring himself to say "Uncover what you covered!"

But he need not have bothered. He slowly told her how hard he had been. And then? And then that hardness needed to be managed.

"So did you wake up your wife and do it to her?" she asked.

"No," he lied.

"Then you slept off like that only?" she pushed on.

"No, I managed it," he said.

"How do you manage that?" she asked.

He described how a man masturbates.

She listened and slowly the gown fell open again. Her lips were agape, her mouth seemed wet and Nalini's eye had a gleam.

"well, okay then," she said. "I need to sign off. It is time for him to come for lunch," said Nalini.

She blew him an air kiss. He wanted to ask her for her response to his description of masturbation. Had she no reaction? Did she feel nothing? But she was gone.

The professor's first chore on reaching home was to take a shower. He would then sit down for a round of supper / tiffin which his wife usually kept ready for him, on time. Same time, every day. The professor was thankful for the clockwork manner in which Nalini managed the household routine. So much so that he never questioned her menu.

As a creature of habit he entered the bath as he did every day. He never locked the door for there were only the two of them in the house at any time. His wife on occasion walked in to get something from the bathroom shelf. And neither of them really bothered about the other in the process.

So when the professor heard the door open as he showered he paid no attention to it at all. Nalini seemed to be around for longer than usual, he noticed today. It was a complete surprise and shock for him as he suddenly felt his wife's large soft breasts press into his bare back. Arms came around his chest as she hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing?" he murmured.

She replied by twisting gently the knobs of his nipples. She before had never treated the professor to this kind of brazen sexual advances. "What have you been reading?" he asked, groaning gently.

Kissing his ear and playing with lobes one hand stayed on his breast, teasing, twisting and turning the nipple playfully and the other hand moved down to the fast rising cock.

The professor was reasonably endowed. Nothing to scoff at; nothing to report either. His erection was ready by the time her hand reached its target. In line with how Sunil had described the manner in which he masturbated, she ringed the cock at the base. Pressing it lightly, she found the erection swell a bit more. Then she placed her palm below the shaft, lifting it gently as if assessing its weight.

She closed her fist around it. For the first time she realized, in all these years, that her fist closed around the trunk of the cock completely. When she stroked him once, for the first time she realized how sensitive a cock could be. She had never really touched him 'down there'. The professor shuddered. 

As he shuddered she pulled him closer, holding him tight while he did so.

"You have been looking up something?" he asked, not really bothered about what she might say in reply.

She slid her hand back, pulling his foreskin back till he yelped in his discomfort. She relaxed her grip a little, learning the tricks of the trade by doing. Sunil's instruction had not quite been complete. But when slid up and outward she found she could grip tighter. When sliding back and inwards she needed to balance between grip and movement.

Soon she had him groaning and fucking her first in rhythm with her movement. She moved her thumb on the head instinctively and found she really had to cling on to the professor for the way he spasmed at that. She now stroked him outward and up hard and fast, inward and down looser and slower and then every stroke she rolled the ball of her thumb over the head.

"Where did you learn this"" groaned the professor, wild with desire. He did not want her to stop at all.

She did not. She fisted him expertly, slowly discovering that the way her hand needed to move was the way his hips moved when she fucked him. Her hand was the cunt for his cock and they moved in rhythm. She had her eyes closed, feeling in fascination the throbbing of his member in her hand like she had never felt in her cunt. She felt the shaking and spasming body with each stroke; the kind she had felt only when he was ready to cum while fucking her.

She had her other hand move down to his cock as well. On hand worked on the head while the other hand worked on the shaft. She coordinated the movements so well that there was no gap between the pleasures delivered by each hand. 

The gap in strokes that allowed professor to luxuriate between strokes vanished. The grip on his shaft gave him the pleasure of fucking while the rub on the head gave him the sensation of cumming.

And cum he did. Great gobs of his semen shot out and spattered on the wall. Nalini's instincts took over as she changed the rhythm of her hand to the rhythm of his thrusting. He thrashed about, cumming in large copious amounts, reminding him of his teenager days when he had first masturbated. His wife's instinctively skillful hands delighted him. That she did not let go allowed him to thrust as much as he wanted to.

That she milked him as he came gave him the satisfaction of a full release. He let his body freely jerk and thrash around and was glad she was clinging to him.

The professor was drained completely. He slid to the floor under the still running shower.

Nalini had progressed from being just a passive housewife, to discovering something new about sex and sexuality. Clinically, she moved to the washbasin and cleaned her hands of the semen that she, till the other day considered yucky.

As the professor got up weakly to rinse himself, Nalini left the bath. After quickly donning a caftan, she logged on to Skype and left a message for Sunil: "Yes you are right. Masturbation works on him."

Sunil, was online at the time and his eyes widened as he read the message. Before he could ask what had happened, she had logged out and left. 

Talk and Action Ch. 02



"What was the message you left me on Skype?" he asked Nalini when they met next.

"Oh, that! I masturbated him," she said matter of factly, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sunil's cock leaped at the sexually explicit opening. In past conversations it took him some twenty minutes of idle chatter to get to this point. This was new and held promise. If this was start where could be reach twenty minutes later?

"It works!" she exclaimed with obvious delight.

"Of course it does! Did you think I was fibbing?" he asked.

"No. But there is so much I don't know!" Nalini exclaimed to Sunil over the conversation. She was leaning forward and Sunil could look deep into her cleavage. Her large breasts hung and weighed open the fabric of her blouse. It often occurred to Sunil that Nalini probably did not know how much of her body was on display over Skype.

"Like what?" asked Sunil leading her on. This was his habit. It was always his game to lead her on to discussing her sex life openly. She asked innocent questions. He indulged in descriptions of sex and sexuality. It turned him on and he usually fucked his wife with a special vigor. Or masturbated. What was going to be the direction of today's discussion.

"What is titty-fucking?" she asked. She held her forefinger between her teeth and gave a mischievous smile with a twinkle. She was really her attractive best when she mixed her innocence with her inherent sexuality.

"Where did you hear that?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "You are a professor's wife. Surely this is not in his math book?" he asked laughingly.

"No, just. On the net," she replied defensively.

"And what madam, do you look up on the net?" he asked, laughingly.

"No I didn't use to look up such topics. But masturbation surprised me. It surprised him, too!" she laughed mischievously. 

"Did it?" asked Sunil, egging her on. 

"Yes," she replied.

"When did you do it, in bed at night?" asked Sunil.

"No, I could not have waited that long. I was eager to find out so I ambushed him in the shower. And I could not have looked him eye to eye doing something so bold. So I caught him from behind," she explained, her face all innocence as she seemed to be relating bland facts.

Sunil could imagine her pressed against him.

"Didn't you get wet?" he asked.

"Yes, but I took my clothes off, na!" she explained. As if on cue she leaned forward and gave him a good look at the deep valley between her breasts. Sunil felt he could not manage his erection any further. Adjusting the camera a bit he pressed his cockhead for some relief. 

"Tell me, na?" she implored. He loved it when she pleaded in that loaded tone. 

And here a strange feature of their conversation intervened. She would never describe any sexual organs. Any words she used were innocent questions that she put to her friend.

On the other hand all his replies were guarded in the use of descriptions and phrases. He cautiously started with terms that Nalini found acceptable and slowly, as she got involved and turned on, used words that she might have found less acceptable in the initial phases.

"It involves doing what a man does to a woman, but between her breasts," explained Sunil.

"You mean kissing?" asked Nalini.

"You know it means something else," he replied.

"What?" asked Nalini.

"Like making love," he explained.

"You mean - fucking? Fucking the breasts? How does that work?" she asked.

"The same way your fingers worked on the professor's cock," he said.

"But I was able to grip him in my fist. How does this work, titty-fucking?" she asked.

Sunil's thoughts went to the mental image of the lucky professor. He, Sunil worked the wife up and there the professor benefited. Not fair. He decided to bring himself into the conversation more clearly.

"If you were to hold your breasts together, and I were to place myself between them and fuck... then that would be titty-fucking," said Sunil, feeling his cock harden ever more.

"You were to place yourself? Tell me in detail, na?" she begged him.,

"Well, if my cock was nestling between your breasts. And I was fucking you," he said, shifting in his seat as his cock got uncomfortably hard.

"Are you squirming?" she asked.

"And you?" He replied evasively.

"I don't even understand what you are saying. How will doing 'that' between my breasts do anything for either of us?" she asked. The emphasis on the word 'that' was typical of Nalini when she wanted to avoid using a sexually explicit word.

"It can be warm and massages the cock well. Enough of sliding in and out ... and it mimics fucking enough to make the man cum" he told her. This was the conversation he always aimed to have with her. Suggestive, erotic, explicit.

"But where does all that cum go?" she asked, her curiosity quite genuine.

"Where did it go when you masturbated?" he replied with a question of his own. He refused to use the term 'him' to end the sentence. It had to always be Sunil, he had made up his mind.

"At that time some of it shot and hit the wall. Most of it flowed over my hands. Like lava," she said thoughtfully. "Here there is nothing gripping... him." She still hesitated to use the anatomical reference, though she had moved to using the "f" word. There was no other way to communicate she felt.

"It would spurt over you," he said.

"Over me? Where?" she asked, concerned.

"Over your chest. Your breasts. And if it was me breast fucking you, I would shoot high. Because you are so sexy. You turn me on big time," he said, leaning forward for emphasis.

"Oh my god. What a waste of all that good stuff," she said with a laugh. "You seem to speak with a lot of experience!"

"But her breasts were not as luscious as yours," said Sunil "yours are more voluminous and will feel awesome around my cock," he completed, boldly.

"You!" she exclaimed blushing furiously. Her hand covered the camera. For several seconds it stayed that way. Forgetting that it was only he who could not see her, Sunil stroked his raging erection frantically.

He heard her giggle. "I can see you," she whispered.

It was his turn to blush furiously. "then you know I am not joking," he countered.

"Ok. So you cum. What about the woman, what does she get out of it?" asked the novice, Nalini.

"Making love is the sharing of pleasure, my dear Nalini," said the tutor Sunil. "First you pleasure me, then I pleasure you."

"But how can you pleasure me when you have finished cumming?" she asked. 

"We will have to meet for that," he said mysteriously.

"None of that happens here, you know," said Nalini with a pout. "Tell me, na? How will you pleasure me after you have ... Chee!" she said and covered her face.

"That I will tell you only when we meet," he insisted and was firm on that. He had to build up the anticipation and expectation in her. The way he was building up the conversations, clearly he could look forward to a rendezvous.

"Meanwhile?" she asked impishly.

"Meanwhile nothing," he said. "Just that my housemaid will wonder about the mess she finds in my underwear."

"What!" exclaimed Nalini.

"That's what happens every time you talk to me," Sunil said. "My undergarments get... messed up." He chose the words with care. He wanted to tell her that he came. He wanted to describe to her the way he masturbated. But he did not think they had progressed to that point. One day he would get to that. He would tell her. He would make her be suggestive with him while he masturbated. Today, only so much.

"What do you mean by messed up?" she asked.

"My underwear is soaked with my precum," he said.

"How? How is that possible?" she asked.

"Another thing to show you when we meet," said Sunil.

"I still don't understand what it can do for the woman," said Nalini. "Anyway, I need to cook. Professor will be home for lunch."

"Does he come home for lunch every day or is today something special?" asked Sunil.

"Oh, every day," she said.

"That means, every day... he gets to fuck you in the afternoon?" he asked. He constantly showed a voyeuristic interest in her sex life. That was the main agenda for his conversations. 

"No, baba! We are not like that!" she replied. "I have to go now," she said. She got up and left.

But she left the webcam on. Perhaps she forgot. But she did not end the conversation as she normally did with a goodbye. So Sunil did not sign off, waiting for her final bye.

Nalini normally insisted on romantic good byes. There was something alluring about the mix of innocence regarding sex and the charm of her romantic overtures.

Sunil felt time and again, that if he got together with Nalini he would have a chance to show her his prowess at pleasuring a woman.

She seemed to so much of a novice, responding only to whatever her husband did. He would love to show her how much pleasure a man could actually deliver.

While waiting for Nalini to reappear on the screen for the final goodbye, Sunil imagined him with her in various ways. And he was jolted out of this reverie by the Nalini's voice: "So, how often do you masturbate thinking of me?" he heard her voice demanding.

He thought she was asking him. But she was not. He could not see any one on screen.

"Come here, come here!" he heard her commanding someone. He could not see either of them.

She shuffled into the room, with a young man following. 

"You are sir's research student and you lech his wife?" she asked severely.

The student stammered, "No, ma'am!"

Research student meant he must be around twenty years of age, thought Sunil.

Nalini's breasts, filling her blouse to the maximum, nipples pushing through the fabric were clearly visible to Sunil. He thought he saw her adjust her saree to show more of her breast to the young man. He could see her nipple clearly pushing out. What was Nalini doing? He wanted to warn her that she was possibly visible to the student.

But what she did next stunned him. She reached out and touched the front of the student's jeans.

"Lying!" she pronounced. "This," she said, stroking the area, "is a dead giveaway, young man," she said.

"No!" said the young man and stepped back, outside the frame of Sunil's view. She held on by the buckle of his belt and pulled him back in.

In one deft move she slipped her other hand through the top and felt within. Her first and middle finger snared the cock trapped within the underwear. She felt the slimey precum in there.

She pulled her hand out and rubbed her fingers together. "This," she said accusingly, "You cannot deny."

"I am sorry, ma'am!" the student stammered. "Please don't tell sir! I will lose my research fellowship."

"First tell me, what makes this happen?" she asked. "Is it my breasts? Do you watch my breasts?" she asked.

He shook his head in the negative.

"Are you saying my breasts are not sexy or attractive to you," she asked.

Sunil felt his cock harden nicely. Nalini's voice was seductive in its tone.

The student shook his head in the negative.

"No they are not, or no they are?" she asked unrelenting. She leaned over him and let her breasts hang over his face., confined as they were in her blouse. The young man licked his lips. He was nervous and he was hungry for the professor's sexy wife. And she was making an exhibit of herself.

He did not know how to reply.

"No woman likes to be told she is unattractive, understand?" said Nalini sternly. 

He nodded.

"Let me tell you a few more things about a woman, young man!" she said firmly. She pushed him back on the bed. The camera was directly behind the youngster and Nalini was facing Sunil on the camera. 

She let her pallo drop and her breasts were bulging through the inadequate blouse. It was in the direction of Sunil and the student at the same time. Just that the student was nearer and in front of her, and Sunil was just behind and in the virtual world. 

Both Sunil and the student could see the breasts rising and falling. The nipples were jutting and poking through the fabric. 

"Oh, hello," she said, a severe look on her face. "These," she gently held up the melon like breasts upward, as if offering them to the student, "are part of a woman's womanhood. She likes to be told they are lovely. She likes guys to watch them. And if you have a hard on because of these, that is okay. Understood?"

The young man nodded, unsure of what to say next.

"But, you cannot go around with a hard on for every nice pair of tits you see on the street. Do you know why that happens?" she asked.

The student shook his head in the negative.

"A woman is a mystery to you guys. If all your life you go behind your professor, you will turn out to be good at nothing else, for nothing else," she said.

"I won't," stammered the student, eyes on the luscious breasts within his kissing distance. His throat felt dry and he felt thirsty as if those breasts were to feed him.

"You won't what?" asked Nalini.

"I won't go around like this," he said lamely.

"Like this?" she asked, reaching within and pressing his even messier underwear inside the trouser. "Look at the mess you have made of yourself," she said severely. "How will you concentrate on your work like this?"

The boy convulsed as the woman pressed the hard penis in its trappings but did nothing else and nothing further. 

"Useless fellows," she pronounced. "Get over this and focus on your work," she said.

"Here," she said and to the shock of both the student and Sunil, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse popped open. Large brown breasts plopped out, relieved to be released from their confines. Nipples stood up and out like little penises. They were large.

She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts. 

"It is not enough to want them. You should know how to make a woman feel good!" she said. The boy held the breasts and felt their weight. Instinctively, his thumbs reached for the nipples and he toggled them.

"Good!" she said encouragingly. "Feel them nicely. Then alone will you stop fantasizing about these with every woman you see on the street!"

The student pressed the professor's wife's large breasts. They were warm, inviting and instinctively he leaned forward and kissed the nipple, taking it into his mouth.

She moaned and put her hand behind his head to encourage him. She held him firmly but gently, and with her other hand fed him her breast. She rocked gently, her nipple and breast pressing in and out so that she mimicked the act of lactating and feeding him.

The boy sucked with a fervor that pleased Nalini. "Yes!" she hissed. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. It was impossible for Sunil to know if she was aware of the camera being on or not. But he knew that the woman chatting with him till a few moments ago was not likely to be the woman he was seeing now.

"Yes, suck them like you are feeding on me," she urged him. He put his arms around her to draw her closer. She climbed on the bed her knees on either side of him. She slapped his face with her breasts now. "Treat them good," she implored him.

She need not have. He was not about to let go of her. He had never been with a woman and here was his professor's wife asking to be fondled. He sucked and tugged with a gusto. In fact, he felt that perhaps some fluid had escaped those loaded nipples but he could not be sure.

Sunil could not resist pulling his own cock out of his pants as it at had become impossibly painful in the constrained space. He stroked himself as his eyes stayed fixed on Nalini's large breasts.

She forced the student to turn his attention to her other breast. And fed him from that nipple too. Then back and forth to make sure both were fully attended. 

Then she pushed him back on the bed. She leaned forward and her breasts were hanging over the prone young man.

"Breasts," she said breathlessly, "can do more than feed, you know!" she said. She slid down the bed and undid the jeans. She pulled it down. She noticed his soppy wet underwear and gently pulled it to let out his erect cock without hurting him.

The cock bobbed up. Rearing up to its full splendor. The student felt his cock buzzing with energy and arousal. He tried to reach for but she slapped his hands back.

She kissed the bulging cockhead and it leaped upward. She laughed and pulled back. She allowed saliva to fill her mouth and slid her mouth down the cock. The cock was now smeared fully with her saliva.

The boy groaned loudly clutching the sheets. Sunil stroked his cock furiously imagining Nalini's lips were on him.

"Now watch," she said looking up at the boy. Sunil thought she made eye contact with the camera but he could not be sure. Surely Nalini knew the camera was on? Or did she not?

She moved her body forward and her breasts toyed with the cock, nudging and prodding it.

She rolled over and invited the boy to straddle her. Holding her breasts together she trapped his cock between her breasts. His cock felt enveloped by the wet warmth between those luscious mounds. Till now he hand only felt his own hand. It now felt inadequate in comparison to the rich feel of her breasts. The student groaned in pleasure and bucked once but did not know more.

"Fuck my breasts," she hissed. His eyes widened in shock as he heard his professor's wife say the "f" word.

She slid her chest up and down to create that friction around his thick and turgid shaft. He groaned as he realized the purpose of her saliva on his cock. It was to lubricate the grinding of his cock against her breasts. With a few strokes his cock generated cum of his own and soon her breasts were a slick mess.

She held the mounds together, watching with beady, slutty eyes as the cock head reared up when he thrust. 

"Yes, like that," she encouraged him. Sunil's hands flew over his cock as he watched the student's cock bulge as it protruded over the mounds of flesh towards Nalini's face.

She leaned forward a bit to kiss the head. "Go, go!" she urged him.

The young man concentrated on the vision of his cock between the mounds of warm slick flesh. He pumped his cock and watched it redden. He took in the sight of this mature lovely woman kissing his cock time and again. He felt the urge to release - it felt different from all the times he had masturbated. 

"Ma'am, ma'am!" he stammered nervously. Nalini knew instinctively what that was about.

"Mmm, mmm," she encouraged him, urging him on. And in case he had any doubts or any difficulties she formed a "o" with her mouth. Leaning forward, she allowed his thrusting cock to cannon into her mouth. The head of his cock thrust through and her lips gave him the extra pleasure he needed to cum.

"Come on," she whispered huskily between thrusts. "Come, come, come!" she urged him.

She knew that the critical area of the cock that needed to be stimulated to release lay around the head. She did not bother with throating him. She held breasts together and exerted herself in stretching and bending to mouth his cockhead.

The wild thrusting told her it was coming. She urged him on with throaty "mmm"s. Sunil felt himself losing it at the sight of this woman giving the lucky young student the first sexual experience of his life.

Both he and the student came together. His hands flooded over with his own cum as he saw the student squirt gobs of semen over Nalini. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes. The boy spattered on her chest and on her chin. She moved her face to one side to avoid being plastered by him. He thrust and flailed as he took his pleasure from the channel between her breasts. 

As he lurched again and again, she placed her hand at the top of her cleavage and captured the lurching cock in her fist. She then fisted him to a finish... the boy gagged and thrashed around as he felt her hand gripping him tightly and milk him dry.




Talk and Action Ch. 02



He collapsed on her even as she refused to yield her grip on the semen spewing cock. 

They were all three a mess. She from his having cum all over her. He with her saliva and his own cum. And Sunil - had cum in great gobs as if he were a first timer.

Nalini luxuriated in the idea of having successfully seduced her husband's student to his first sexual experience with a woman. She had enjoyed the breast fucking and seemed to need nothing more sexual than the knowledge of her conquest. She knew her pussy was soaked and could do with a fucking. But she didn't need so desperately. She also knew that her friend Sunil had seen her in full flow.

She pushed the young man off her. 

"Go," she ordered him and turned her back on him, coaxing her breasts back into her unwilling blouse. 

The boy pulled up his jeans and stuffed his still erect cock back in. He looked at the back of the woman and knew he had been dismissed from her presence. Sunil still was stroking his cock when Nalini turned toward the computer. He could see the gobs on her which needed cleaning up. She did not look up. But her hand reached out and switched off the camera; so she had to have known that he was watching.

Nalini made plans for fucking her professor husband mindless as soon as he returned. First fucking, then and only then lunch, she decided. She would ride him today. She wanted to be in control today. It was very much the flavor of the day.



Talk and Action Ch. 03



"But you must tell me!" she demanded.

The last time they had chatted, she had asked about breast-fucking. When Shyam described it to her, she wanted to know what it did for the woman. Shyam had said he would let know when they met. He had said he would show her.

But there was no date or plan to their meeting.

Shyam now had serious doubts about the innocence that Nalini portrayed. She had made him an unwitting (or was it planned?) viewer to her seduction of one of her husband's research student. At one point she had professed innocence about anything more than the basics of sex. The last time she had asked about 'titty fucking' and then proceeded to have the new student fuck her breasts till he came. She made him cum. Like an expert she mouthed his cock at each of his thrusts.

And now she was back to asking him her previous question: how could a guy who had just cum pleasure a woman in exchange for the breast fuck she had given him?

"I do not need 'that' to give you pleasure," he said.

"What do you mean by 'that'? Say 'cock' - you used that word last time, na?" she said mischievously.

"Yes, cock. I do not need my cock to pleasure you," he said.

"then, how?" she asked.

"My tongue," he replied. 

"Your tongue?" she asked incredulously. "Where? 'There'?" she asked in wonderment.

He nodded. Once again his cock twitched as it sprang to life. His eyes latched on to the breasts barely contained in the sports t-shirt. Nalini had just returned from the gym. Her top was soaked and left nothing to imagination. Heavy, luscious and long, grape-like nipples poking through. Those nipples - seemed in a permanently erect state. He thought of the guys in the gym and how they must feel with this woman in their midst every day.

"There," he confirmed.

"But how? Don't you need to be long and ... and ... hard?" she asked covering her face in shyness.

"I need to supple and pliable to be able to stroke and arouse you in the right places. I do not have to enter you the way you are imagining," he said.

"But don't you have to," she started to ask and then wondered how to say it without sounding unlady like. "Enter me?" she completed her sentence triumphantly. "Especially if I am to cum?"

"My tongue can probe you there. It can stroke your lips down there. And then... there is a place at the top of your pussy... let me there. I will find the spot and make it tingle with pleasure for you," he promised her.

"Oh, Shyam!" she shivered. Shyam was thrilled to see her physical reaction to his words. If he did then actually touch her, how might she react? "I cannot let you do such things to me," she protested.

"But you will. Once you feel my tongue stroke you, you will. You will even spread your legs wider to let me in as far as possible," he said.

His cock was back to its aching fullness; a fullness that only she seemed capable of arousing.

"And then?" she wanted to know.

"And then you will cum, much like a man," he said. "Do you squirt? I would like that very much," he asked.

"What does it mean? To 'squirt'?" she wondered aloud.

"It means that you ejaculate like a man when you orgasm," he said,. Hoping that she could not see, he pressed on his cock with the base of his palm.

"Only men release like that," she said.

"No. You will ejaculate. With me," he insisted. "Have you ever experienced an orgasm?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I think I know what you mean."

He felt his cock lose some of its hardness. This was not expected. He wanted her to know all and everything about sex only from him. But she claimed to have experienced orgasms.

"But you do not know about ejaculation?" he asked, clinging on to his point of hope.

"No," she replied firmly. "You come. Make me experience everything!"

He felt good at that. "I will come," he promised, not knowing how he would make good on that assurance.

"Chalo, bye," she said abruptly. "I have to go."

She did not switch off her computer. This was becoming a pattern with her. But this time, there was no immediate action. 

Shyam switched to some work leaving Skype on in the background. It was in the late afternoon that he heard some noises that were unusual. A young man was in the bedroom again. The male voice was aggressive this time.

"Nalini ma'am. I need you," insisted the voice.

Shyam shut the door to his workroom and switched screens. Nalini had her back to the camera. In front of her was a young man, not unlike the fellow he had seen the previous day.

"Your breasts felt wonderful around me. But, please. Let me make love to you? Please let me have some of you?"

"Love to me?" she said mockingly. "I just gave you some pleasure, okay? Don't get confused with funny ideas of love."

His hands appeared on her shoulders. He seemed to press on them to pull her to him. But she did not let him. 

"You cannot get pleasure each time. Sometimes you have to give pleasure, too!" she ordered him.

To the uninitiated student, pleasuring her meant only one thing. The student thought of mounting her, hands and mouth on her breasts, his own cock deeply embedded in her. Her hot bubbly cunt grabbing at him. The memories of her large breasts in his hands, lips and then, forming a channel for his cock were indelibly etched in his mind. From that day, he had unceasingly looked for the next opportunity. Unceasingly masturbated to her memory. Imagined her breasts, her tight ass, and her flat stomach and the way it dipped below. 

But she kept things in tight control. He got no opportunity. Finally, he had contrived some work to be here today. He wanted to fuck. He felt passionate about her. "I love you," he mumbled.

She laughed. Her voice was sexy and her laugh sounded even sexier. "You think you love me. You actually love the experience of being with me," she said.

"But I want you," he stammered. She nodded in affirmation. But she had her newest lesson in mind. 

From where Shyam was he could see hands on her shoulders. The hands disappeared and from the way Nalini was moving her head he thought the student was massaging those large mounds. He heard her laugh. Then she turned around. She was now facing the camera. 

She tugged at her saree so that it fell in a heap at her feet. The young man came up behind her and put his arms around, cupping her so loved breasts. She did not stop him. His fingers searched out her nipples and he twiddles on those long knobs. He kissed her neck and she gave herself to the momentary pleasure of his ministrations.

But as she did so, her hands were busy. Shyam's eyes widened as she undid the cord of her petticoat and she pushed the garment over the wide curve of her hips. The young man closed the gap between them and dry humped her from behind, his hands using the breasts as handles to grip.

She turned around slowly. Shyam saw the tight, taut abdomen dip as the body contoured to the valley below, like a beach dipping into an ocean. And then the flare of her hips: wide and welcoming, just the kind of hips any man would like to sink in to.

She was now facing him. The student ducked to suck at her breasts but she had her blouse on. She sat down. He moved closer. She did not touch him. He kissed the top of her head. She leaned back and lay down. The young man found her lying agape in front of him at the edge of the bed. He reached for his trousers to open and unleash his throbbing cock. The goal was near! It grew impossibly large in anticipation.

She reached for his hands. He stopped unbuttoning his pants and allowed her to take his hands. She pulled him down. He was kneeling in front of her, on the floor. He looked up at her. He was unsure about what she wanted. But she had no such doubts.

She raised her legs and dropped them on his shoulders. She pulled him closer so that inevitably, he found himself staring at her pussy. She pulled him and commanded, "Lick!"

He looked up at her. From where Shyam was , he could see the bewilderment in his eyes, Nalini's up thrust breasts encased in the blouse and Nalini looking down on the boy.

She caught his hair in her hand roughly pushed him down. "Lick!" she commanded. The boy held out his tongue as he neared her pussy. The acrid, acid initial taste on his tongue was difficult to manage. She moved her hips, rubbing her cunt on his face. He lashed out at her pussy like it was a combat between his mouth and her cunt. 

"Yes," she hissed encouragingly. Shyam could see her fucking with her hips and moving it in waves. From where he was it seemed as if she was fucking a phantom, a ghost. Her hips were that insistent. Her body was moving in waves. But he could not see the student whose face was buried in between her legs.

"Broaden your tongue," she instructed him. He did. She felt the width of his tongue. Unable to penetrate it lay flat against her pussy lips. "Now, lick!" The student obeyed and within a few strokes was rewarded as the initial pungent odor was replaced by an aromatic flow. Her juices poured as the virile woman's demands and needs soared.

She groaned. She threw her head back and Shyam could see her eyes. Just when he thought she made eye contact, the eyes closed. She was grinding herself. Her body was moving in waves.

She fucked his face. The student's saliva poured out of his mouth as his tongue ached. He paused.

"Fuck me!" she said roughly. He tried to get up. She held his head in place firmly. "With your tongue, with your tongue!" she pleaded.

He pointed his tongue and probed the gaping cunt as far as it would go. 

"Haah!" she moaned. She held his head and hammered it in to her pussy. The boy did the best he could. He had never imagined eating a woman's pussy much less his professor's wife's. When she fucked, his nose, his chin, his tongue were all involved.

Then she said something which made Shyam think that she had been putting him on during the conversation. "Find the thin slab of flesh on the top. On the top! On the top!" she grunted in excitement.

When he proved inadequate to the task she reached below with both hands. One hand held the pussy lips wider apart. With the other she grabbed at the end of his tongue and brought it into contact with the clit.

"This, this, this!" Shyam heard her as she babbled. "Flick, flick your tongue," she ordered.

Quickly her hand went back to his head to hold him in place. His cock was swollen beyond imagination. His desire for her was at a high. He needed to fuck her. But none of that mattered to Nalini. He was her slave for now.

He followed her orders and flicked at the slick knob he now felt out with his tongue. Her body replied with tremors. That taught him where to focus and he set down to the task with fervor to please his lover, this exotic woman.

"Oh! Yes!" she exulted. Her body vibrated and thrashed. She grabbed one of his hands, both of which were holding her thighs apart. 

"Shove this in," she rasped, showing him where. "Keep the tongue working!" 

"But my fingers are pointing upward," he said, his lips, nose, chin, glistening and dripping with his saliva and her outpourings.

"Yes, upward. Thrust!" she begged him and pushed his head back where it belonged. "Fuck with your fingers. Tongue me! Together!" She could barely speak as she gasped out the instructions.

He thrust his fingers and found them quickly drenched and her juices running down into his palm. He opened his mouth to give relief to his tongue and used the gap to grab at her lips with his mouth.

"Oh yes!" she wailed. Her body started to thrash and buck with a new vigor. "Don't stop! Don't! Don't! Don't!" she pleaded.

He was not going to. With his free hand he reached up and gripped one breast. This, Shyam could see. He could see the head of the student, the stomach fluttering, the large breasts and her head thrashing from side to side.

In an inspired moment the student stopped fucking her with his fingers. Allowing them to remain deeply embedded, his wiggled his fingers inside the pussy.

She lost control of herself. "Yes!" she hissed and conveyed her approval and pleasure. Her body heaved and thrashed as her orgasm ripped through her. He found it tough to stay focused with his tongue and fingers but her grip on him only tightened to keep them in place.

She rammed herself on his face and rubbed herself all over him as she came. And she surprised the young man when an amber like fluid shot out of her in a torrent. She flooded him. He instinctively knew it was some other fluid from its fragrant aroma. He continued to wiggle his fingers alternating them with a fucking motion. His tongue stayed on its target.

She came like a man. Each thrust resulted in squirt or a surge. Her hips bucked with each release. She continued to thrust, again and again and again. His hand was on her flat stomach trying to hold her down and control her.

AS the waves receded, she came back to her sense. Slowly and luxuriously she rubbed herself up and down on the face, nose, chin and the tongue that was serving her so well.

The young man stood up to undo his trousers and fuck her. She lifted her leg and placed it on his torso. Her leg held him back. "Go!" she ordered him.

He hesitated. Her body was prone before him. The glistening vale between her legs was visible to him. Within lay the treasure he so desperately sought. And then those glorious breasts. And she looked even lovelier with her hair in disarray spread on the bed.

"If you want more later and again, go now," she said, the resoluteness in her voice conveying the message. 

He left.

She sighed her deep satisfaction and stretched and moved on the sheets of her bed. 

Lazily she turned towards the laptop. Her breasts hung and the tips rested on the bed. He saw her mangalsutra, the emblem of her married status.

She reached out to the keyboard and typed, "I learned how to get pleasure without getting... fucked."

As always, without waiting for his reply, she logged off.



Talk and Action Ch. 04



Sunil masturbated furiously. Several times a day. And given his age, he surprised himself with the copious amounts of cum that spurted out each time.

In addition he fucked his wife at least once a day. That woman was surprised and after an initial period of excitement at her husband's new found vigor found herself ragged with the frequency and the intensity. He sucked her to orgasms, then insisted on fucking her and took longer to cum than she was used to. It was obviously because of the number of times he additionally masturbated but she had no knowledge of that.

All because of Nalini. In chat with Sunil, his pal from school years was the picture of innocence. As a woman, she was sexy what with all her gym sessions and fitness. And something in their chat seemed to have unleashed her desire - and she had become a lusty, hungry, pleasure-seeking woman.

"I have to catch up, you know!" she explained her feelings to Sunil, her school days friend; the only person with whom she could really be so open. But she did not explicitly tell him how she was engaging in the catch up. 

She did confess to having caught her professor-husband in the shower and masturbated him. She said that Sunil's description of masturbation had made her curious and she had never before paid attention to the male organ and its pleasure giving properties in absolute terms. Whatever happened, according to her, happened between man and woman while fucking and she knew nothing else of stimulating one another outside of that.

In fact, she and her band of friends in school did not even know what sex was. She told Sunil that the reason they moved as far apart while crossing boys was because they believed that brushing a boy could cause pregnancy. For a woman for whom sex itself was a revelation, masturbation, foreplay and other forms of pleasure were complete news.

And that was what Sunil found incredible and exciting. This naivety in Nalini was why she was careless in covering her body. Her sexy body and breasts on display were a turn on in any case.

In addition, the things Nalini allowed him to see and the bold adventures she engaged in with some of the professor's twenty-year old research associates and students were incredible.

Without telling him or acknowledging it, she treated him to a full view of one student breast-fucking her. And then she discovered how intense a woman's orgasm could be without even being fucked. She had let Sunil watch that as well. The student tongued his professor's wife to a squirting orgasm.

All in all, it proved to be a voyeuristic bonanza for Sunil. This far exceeded his modest goal of having a woman friend with whom he could engage in suggestive talk. He now started making plans to visit the university where she lived. He felt that whatever the professor was getting from his wanton wife and what the youngsters seemed to be getting invited to were the fruits of his efforts on Nalini. He felt entitled to being the recipient of Nalini's sexual advances rather than those other undeserving persons.

But none of what she actually did were open for discussion. She did not leave the computer in a strategic spot with the camera on when she tried out ideas on her husband. She felt that theirs was a sacred relationship within the marriage that Sunil ought not to intrude on. It was okay to sharing what happened with him in much the way that a patient shares facts with a doctor or counselor.

And yet, the same 'marriage worshipping' woman, aggressively seduced and did things with the research student and put it on display for her friend Sunil. But she did not talk about it or explicitly mention it in her conversations for that too, to her mind, was sacrilegious. 

This was the bundle of contradictions that Sunil did not get. As he masturbated to his fantasies of her, he kept reminding himself that he was not here to psycho analyze her but just to get his enjoyment out of the situation.

And today's chat was no different from any other day.

"So tell me: the male organ responds in the same way no matter how stimulated?" she asked. "Whether it is I, his own hand, my hand, my lips or anything else?"

"Yes," he replied. "Lips? Did you try out with your mouth?" he asked. He felt desire, excitement and jealousy all at the same time. He wanted to have her mouth him. But he was also interested that she would do that and share it with him. 

"Oho, you always distract me!" she complained childishly.

"Tell me, na! Suppose, I was on top rather than him being on top, would it make any difference?" she wondered.

"Not to his cumming," he said.

"Then to what does it make any difference? Does it mean that there is a lesser chance of getting pregnant?" she asked.

"No. If you fuck me from on-top, I might shoot so hard and deep into you that you will get pregnant anyway. I feel that intensely about you," said Sunil, as usual working on her from his own narrow point of view. He tried to make himself the other person in her discussion as a means of suggesting sex to her. According to him, each such reference improved his chances of actually eventually fucking her.

"Will I feel any different?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, you will. I will touch you, fill you from a completely different angle. You can feel me in different places inside your..." he said, hesitating and thinking about whether he should use explicit words here. He usually paused, allowing her to take a lead.

She did. He thought she was taking the bait. But it could just as well have been him baiting her.

"Inside where, Sunil?" she asked. Adding his name to the question made it very suggestive, exciting.

"Inside your..." he paused again. It was a very thin line, between seduction and offending.

"Say it, na," she pushed him. This was the tone of voice which led him to believe that she was all ready to be seduced and a complete novice.

"Your cunt. Feel me inside your cunt," he said. There was a long silence. "Are you offended?" he asked.

"No," she said. "No. Why should I be? I was just thinking," she replied.

"Thinking what?" he asked.

"How it would feel to be like that," she said.

"You mean how would it feel to be on top of me," he insisted.

"Hm. Ya," she replied somewhat absently. "Does that give me control?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes it does," he said. "You can fuck me faster or slower. You can choose the angle which gives you the maximum pleasure. You can choose cadence, rhythm, speed..."

"You make it sound lyrical," she exclaimed.

"Making love to me is like that. Lyrical. Beautiful. You should try it sometime," he said. And then he held his breath. He wanted to see her reaction. He wanted her to say 'Yes, Sunil. I am aching to fuck you. And yes, I will be on top.'

Instead her mind was on the next available opportunity to fuck. It would have to be professor. There was no way she was going to let the student fuck her. He was not to be allowed in 'there'. She made up her mind to try be on top at the next opportunity.

And her marriage was not something into which Sunil was going to be allowed.

"It is time for him to be home," she said in a business like tone. Sunil thought she would keep the camera on.

Instead she turned off the computer after a cursory 'bye' and blowing him kisses. She did tell him that she loved him for bringing out the woman in her and he would always hold that special place in her heart.

After that first time when she invaded his bath and masturbated him to a finish mercilessly, the professor waited for the next time she did that. She did not. Today, he wanted to feel that pleasure. He took it upon himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined his wife's sumptuous breasts pressed against his back. He reached down as his cock rose to its full proportions. He stroked himself the way his wife had. And then, he found that insufficient. He felt this thoughts intruded upon. In his minds eye flashed his newest research assistant a pert young post-graduate student, Sheela. 

Sheela was a twenty-something who had just joined his department recently. She did not seem to take particular care in how she carried herself. She showed cleavage and on occasion had leaned on the professor. He felt her breasts, hard and firm on his arm. She was not as buxom as his own Nalini. No one could have such fabulous breasts, if size is what mattered. Proud and uplifted too, from all the gymming.

But for hardness - Sheela captured his imagination. And from that imagination she popped into his mind as he caressed himself to provoke an orgasm. He felt the extra hardness and sighed. He masturbated as he always did in his teenage days - hard and fast. 

He groaned as he came and spattered on the wall in the first shot and then flooded over his own fist in nice, generous gobs. He enjoyed the aftershocks, rubbing his thumb over the zone in his cockhead that gave him extra jerks. Only a man himself could know that finer detail about his own pleasured. He luxuriated in that for as long as the tremors happened. And then as his cock shrank, it came to an end.

He was sitting on his bed, about to get into his house clothes after the shower when Nalini came up behind him. She had knelt on the bed and waddled up to him. She was nude. He found that out when she hugged him from behind. The bare breasts cushioned into his back.

She reached down for his cock. She wanted him. An experiment was on. The small knob of the recently receded cock did not really surprise her. It surprised him that she had reached for him - something that rarely happened in all these years. What did surprise her was the complete lack of reaction from his cock as she rubbed the knob of flesh - no reaction at all.

She pulled him back and made him lie flat on his back. She sat on his abdomen facing him. The professor felt the prickly hair from her triangle on his stomach. She gently rocked back and forth. And slowly moved back. She felt his still 'knob only' jut of flesh against her ass. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts. 

The professor was dumbstruck at this new avatar of his wife of many years. She had indeed surprised him in the shower the other day - but one swallow makes a summer not. She on top, and asking to be caressed established the fact that she had changed.

She had changed so much as to feel seductive enough in catching his jut between her buttocks and wiggle to get a response from him. She had no way of knowing that he had just cum to fantasy in which Nalini and the new student Sheela alternately flashed in his mind.

She shimmied further back and her breasts went out of his reach. He watched as his wife leaned forward. Her hair fell forward and covered the precise moment when her lips closed on the unresponsive cock. She lipped him. Sucking and sliding the jut of flesh in and out of her lips. She smiled as she felt a first tremor. There was now a little more flesh to suck in and out and she pushed her saliva on to the emerging cock to work it further.

Soon, a mere movement of lips was not sufficient. She needed to move her head to have her mouth slide on the cock. When the professor reached down to lift the curtain of her hair, she felt an extra swelling in the cock. This was the impact of him seeing his wife's cheeks and wet lips work on him. She was being whorish in pleasuring him, he thought. And that brought him to an erection that satisfied Nalini as adequate. 

Building on her past experience of mouthing that student, she took it a step further by ringing the base of the cock with her fingers. Holding the skin back as she bobbed her mouth up and down created a momentary swelling in the cockhead. At this point, the ache in her cunt dictated the next move and she removed her wet, warm mouth from the cock just as the professor started to feel like fucking the mouth.

He held her head down and thrust up into her mouth - wanting that mouth and the sluttishness to go further. Nalini gave him the pleasure he needed. The salty taste that spread in her mouth pleased her. She started to realize some of the ideas that her friend Sunil talked about. The feel of a full cock in her mouth, the taste of her husband's precum, the thrill she felt when he lifted her hair to watch the mouth on the cock. 

Sunil was so right! There was more to pleasure than just the cock and the cunt fucking. Why had she not met Sunil before? And why was it not Sunil? And no doubt, her being on top was going to give its own rewards like everything else Sunil had told her.

She remembered the last time she had handled a cock. The channel between her breasts had been slick and moist with the student's precum. She remembered the shape of her lips which she employed to get at the head of his cock when it reared up at the top of her breasts. She resolved to do that with her husband now. 

She paused the 'o' of her mouth on the now-swollen head and allowed the professor to fuck her mouth as his urges took over. A surge of fluid from his cock indicated that man was ready - ready to be mounted. The professor groaned as the fluid escaped his hard on and he paused. In that pause, Nalini, her mouth streaked with fluids she had just sampled rose to straddle her amazed husband.

Holding the cock carefully, she raised on leg to carefully trap it between her legs. The head prised open her obliging cunt lips and she joined the professor as they both grunted in satisfaction. She from the filling of the aching void; he from the wet warm caress on his shaft as she allowed to cunt to sheath the cock.

Her natural position was to be leaning forward as she slid down. She now felt the cock fill her in her womb. She leaned back to enjoy the sensation of being impaled on his cock. She luxuriated in the fullness she felt from having him up in her. She moved very little. Her eyes were closed and she was picture of intense concentration as she put her mind to the presence inside of her.

He on the other hand wanted movement. The sliding on the shaft of his cock was all-important for his pleasure at the moment. She ignored him. Slowly she rocked back and forth gently, feeling all the spaces his cock massaged. The rocking increased in range as she went and forth... more and more. Professor groaned from the pleasure of his cock being yanked up as well as down, and the movement in and out that resulted from the rocking.

Then suddenly, she started to fuck up and down. It was like a train gathering momentum. She was actually experimenting in every direction of movement, every rhythm, every cadence. After completing forward and back she started up and down. Initially slowly and then faster. As she increased the speed she let herself drop fully. The professor let out a low howl of pleasure as his wife rode him with no mercy. She enjoyed the upward thrust of his cock. As she sat down on him full and firm, his cock came unsheathed and when deep inside, up her, the unsheathing caused the head to bulge. She shivered in pleasure each time it bulged.

She came with in a series of shudders, flooding down on the cock. Then she opened her eyes. She smiled down at the supine professor. She took his hands to her breasts and leaning forward to put her weight partially on his hands, she raised her hips a little bit. It was her intention to make the man cum. She moved her hips up and down at a rapid pace fucking him with rhythm; the rhythm that Sunil spoke of.

The methodic fucking caused her own pussy to explode again but the professor, while feeling intensely pleasured, failed to cum. Nalini did not know that he had only just spilled his seed about half an hour ago. The professor felt the delay in his orgasm but was not about to confess to his wife that he had just masturbated.

Nalini paced herself and slowly felt perspiration running down her breasts and off her forehead, dripping on to the thrashing professor under her. He was thrashing and clearly enjoying himself - but not releasing.

As she changed angles to give herself respite the cock chanced to caress her clit and the woman shuddered. Giving herself up to her own pleasure again she ground down in that angle again and again. She recognized the welling up pleasure as coming from the same area of her pussy that the research student had previously tongued. She recognized the swelling orgasm and felt that squirting in orgasm was imminent. 

Her thighs ached while her pussy throbbed. She knew she needed her husband to cum. She sucked in her breath and mercilessly lifted herself off him. She grabbed the flailing cock. It was slick and creamy with a mix of their juices. Expertly, she felt the cockhead with her thumb. She looked closely at the professor and watched him shudder uncontrollably each time she ran the ball of her thumb on a particular spot on his cockhead. Her cunt needed to massage that spot repeatedly for the professor to finish. And she also wanted to cock to rub her clit with each thrust of hers.

When she worked out the angles, she found she needed to mount him front to back. She swung around and holding professor's ankles, again descended on his now-impatient cock.

She now commenced fucking him with the same methodical rhythm. The stamina she had gained in the gym came in handy as she maintained the beat, as if she were on a marathon run. Her clit swelled and glistened as it rode the cock.

The orgasm which she had sacrificed by climbing off his cock resumed and she felt herself coming close to release.

"Are you coming dear?" she asked, gasping.

The professor nodded in affirmation. His eyes were on his wife's back, the flare of her hips, her buttocks and his cock smashing up between her legs as she fucked down on him.

"Yes," he gasped, even as the final release eluded him.

"Oh, ma!" wailed Nalini as she felt her cunt walls melt. She thrust with intense concentration as she struggled between release and the need to cross the threshold that would make her amber liquids squirt. She was desperate to go over the edge. But not before the professor was ready to finish. Her limbs ached and her pussy was wonderfully sore. She could take no more.

"Yes, dear!" called out the professor, desperate to cum. His mind went back to the young researcher Sheela. He thought of fucking her. His cock swelled. Nalini felt the swelling and gasped.

"Yaaah!" she bellowed and her cunt exploded. She clenched her pussy and the squirt shot out of her. Professor felt the warmth of her liquids drenching him and his own orgasm arrived as a melting of his cock. It was as if their roles reversed. Nalini fucked and clenched. She spurted like a male might. Several times in quick succession. She felt her cunt release itself on the cock it was grabbing in its fold. Professor felt his cock melt and give him a female-like release.

He could only reach his wife's hips though he wanted to cling to her. She was holding onto his ankles for dear life as she thrashed around with no control of any kind at all.

The professor tried to sit up but fell back when he realized that sitting up gave him less depth in her cunt. He did not want to end up shallow in her. He wanted to go deep. He fell back and summoning his strength he thrust up. Timing it perfectly he pushed up and deep into her. He released cum as high up in her pussy as might have been possibly.

Nalini sucked her breath in and screamed in her throat as she felt his cock sear up into her. She had lost count of the times she came from the number of different places she had felt his cock caress.

They beat into each other a few times. Both needed to hug the other. Nalini pulled herself off and turned around. She did not expect it but the professors cock could not retain its body after a second release -that too, so intense and quick. She could not mount him back. There was not enough of an erection to mount.

In desperation she ground her pussy against his thigh, smearing him with her flows and even releasing back his own semen on his body. She ground herself and pleasured her cunt lips on the hardness of his thigh. He reached between them and massaged his cock as it released its remaining spunk. 




Talk and Action Ch. 04



She reached between and rubbed her clit. In the final throes of their release both masturbated gently to extract every last ounce of pleasure. They shuddered in each other's arms. They held each other close. Each gasped, fingers expertly manipulating their own body. And clutching on to the other. Each milked themselves like only they could do to themselves. The release was full, complete.

With that completion, they fell asleep. They woke hours later. It was dark outside. Their bodies were stained with their dried fluids. 

She marveled at the control she had taken of the fucking. She should have done this before.

While the rice for dinner was cooking in the pressure cooker she took a moment to write to Sunil. He was not online. But when he did log on later, the message was waiting for him: "Yes, I enjoyed the control and the pleasure I got from it."



Talk and Action Ch. 05



Sunil could take no more. The woman Nalini was a mystery. Was she really a babe in the woods or was she playing him? A 50 year-old woman, a mother of kids must be sexually aware enough. And yet, the questions she asked!

Quite apart from that were the reports of sexual activity she kept filing with him. Those which involved her husband - like when she masturbated him, like when she rode him on top - were brief but left nothing to imagination. And those that involved the research student - her leaving the camera on showed him that she was willing to go to new lengths, even if he accepted her lack of knowledge and experience in matters sexual.

Time and time again, Sunil felt that others benefited from the opening out of his virtual lover Nalini. But she was not lover enough to him. Today, he wanted to change that.

"I want to fuck you," he said to her bluntly, right at the start of the conversation. If she was going to get upset so be it. He had in any case gained nothing from being careful with his choice of words. He made her use words that she preferred to hear. It was a conscious decision on his part that only she gets to up the ante. He figured that he would seduce her, and safely and surely dock her into a position where she would want him enough for him to make the short travel to her university town.

"Don't use such words, na!" she cooed. "Say it differently." There was the invitation.

"I could say 'make love to you'. Enter you. Take you. Fill you," he said. With each phrase his erection filled out. His erections were so frequent it was more relevant to ask him when he had not masturbated rather than when he had.

"So, say that, then," she said.

"It does no justice to the way I want to do you," he replied.

"And 'fuck'?" she pronounced the word with an extra animation of her lips, her eyes boring into him across the internet through the computer screen.

Warming to the moment he had been waiting for days now, Sunil leaned forward and said, "'Fuck' conveys the vigor of what I want to do to you."

"Oh, Sunil," whispered Nalini with a shiver. "Tell me, how do you want to do it to me?"

"I want to ravage you. Plunder your pussy. Let you feel the full length and hardness of how I become when I think of you," he said.

"And how do you become when you think of me?" she asked, leaning forward. The top hung open and her massive breasts showed themselves in their glory. He looked down her blouse and took in the sight of those mammaries he so thirsted for.

"I can't show you," he said, shy of revealing himself to her.

"Why?" she asked, glancing down at herself to see if she was indeed showing her breasts to him as best as she could without undressing.

"No, I want you to see it for yourself in person," he said.

"And then what will happen, Sunil," she asked in a sultry voice.

"I will become harder still and pound into you," he said.

"Then do me!" she declared.

Sunil's hand went under the cloth covering his cock and he gripped his erection once again. He started stroking himself. It was obvious to Nalini as to what he was doing.

She lifted her caftan enough to bare her breast. Holding it in one hand she offered him the swollen teat. "Here, Sunil. This is what I want you to suck. Treat it good Sunil," she begged him.

He stared back at the screen. The nipple was luscious and he wanted her madly. He masturbated harder. 

"Are you?" he gasped.

"What?" she asked as she squeezed her teat as if extracting milk.

"Pleasuring yourself?" he asked.

She nodded silently. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy. Fingers dipped in brought out juices and then used it to lubricate the movement over the clit. She sighed her pleasure.

"This is where," gasped Sunil, "I fuck you. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" he exclaimed as his hand flew over his cock. He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm.

And then he heard her loud exclamation. Oh great! She seemed to be cumming with him! He opened his eyes and found that that was not the exclamation was about.

Nalini had been interrupted. She now had her back to the computer camera. A man was in the room.

"What are you doing here?" she was asking.

"Sir asked me to get some papers, ma'am," stammered the man. One more research student of the professor's.

Sunil quickly turned off his camera even as he continued to pump his cock although a lot slower.

"But 'sir' did not phone me," said Nalini, trying to make sure her breasts were covered and that her erect nipples were not showing through the fabric. She had been on wanton lusty display to Sunil. And this young man who had intruded into her house was not the tame student she had previously carefully selected for her experiments.

This guy seemed to be one of the professor's more loutish students, an unlikely persona for a research assistant. He was built more like a wrestler. And as with the Indian tradition of wrestling was simply large and beefy.

The student's eyes were on Nalini's luscious breasts. Everything he had heard of her seemed true. Lascivious eyes consumed her and the lusty young man's imagination did the rest.

"You are right," he said. "I came for you." His English was just about there. He was heavily accented in North Indian tones. Clearly he was more rustic with just a technical knowledge of English as a language.

"Came for me," she repeated, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Yes," he said bluntly. "To phuck you." The pronunciation of the 'f' was how it came to him in his native dialect.

"Fa ...!" exclaimed Nalini. "What's wrong with you?" asked Nalini in shock.

In a testament to the plunging standards of the new crop of research students, the young man responded to Nalini very matter of factly.

"This!" he announced. He had pulled down his jeans and uncovered his erection.

Nalini gasped and Sunil on the other end of the line jumped up. But Nalini's gasp combined the shock of what the boy had done with surprise at the sight that she beheld.

His was a thick and imposing cock - not in length but together with the girth it looked like a weapon to bludgeon with.

"Nonsense," she said, not taking her eyes of him. She felt her slickness increase as her pussy responded to the sight of a virile young cock.

"Why madam," he asked, advancing on her.

"I know nothing of you," she said.

"I am a birgin. And I only take care of myself," he declared, pronouncing the 'v' of virgin as a 'b'. That should be everything she wanted to know in his worldview.

A virgin she thought staring at the monster, which now had a drop, stretching elastically down. She needed to clean the floors of that she thought, irrelevantly.

"You cannot be a virgin with that," she blurted out.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed as if he had chanced upon a math proof sought by his professor.

"I phuck" he declared again, advancing on the undecided woman. Nalini did not know how to react. She instantly knew that her choice of research student had been mistaken. The boy who she had breast-fucked could not have been discreet.

And yet, shorn of those pretenses she knew she was going to do more with the students. Her pussy flowed freely at the inviting sight of this monster in front of her. But she mentally had decided that she would tease and please, but not fuck anyone but her husband. Experimentation yes. But there had been a plan in her mind.

The wrestler student shuffled forward, restricted in his movements by the jeans around his ankles. The cock swung and waved with his movements. The streaky juices ran down to the floor in long stringy lines. He was messing up her floor for sure.

"Stop," she whispered, moving backwards and stumbling back and now she had her back to a cupboard. To Sunil the angle was now side-on. Sunil watched as the student moved in on his quarry. He wanted to say something but he had seen Nalini do this before. He was totally unsure whether she wanted this or not.

She outwardly did not want it. She protested. "I asked you to stop!" she pleaded.

"But I want to phuck," replied the wrestler simply, as if he was in a restaurant picking a menu item.

She looked down and saw the cock and for a moment she thought of how that would feel inside her. She had seen nothing in those proportions, much less experienced it. Her tongue flicked over her lips somewhat involuntarily. Her cunt however, was a soppy mass. Partially because it was already primed from her chat session with Sunil. But now also because of the promise of this cock.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that the camera was still on.

"You show me how to phuck," he declared. With considerable strength, he pulled at the caftan and it ripped. He tore it asunder from neckline to hemline and the professor's wife lay open to him. He bent down to remove his jeans. With no preliminaries he cupped her buttocks and lifter her up.

"I place you on my cock?" he half asked as he proceeded to lower her.

Nalini hung on to his shoulders and pleaded "Careful, careful."

"Careful of what?" asked the student.

"Don't hurt, don't tear me!" she gasped, as she felt the cock touch her ass and her outer lips. He held her hovering above his cock and it painted her with the streaky precum everywhere.

"No I wont hurt you. I will love you by phucking," he said, reflecting the single agenda on his mind.

"But you do have to be careful in doing that," she said holding on to his muscular shoulders. She had never felt such a strong hard body. And she marveled at how he held her like she was a toy or something. Her weight hardly bothered him.

"You lie back, I will take you in," she implored him.

"But that is not man phuck woman," he declared. From the part of the country where he came from, it was the man's job. "I enter you. Slowly and carefully, yes. But I enter you."

Nalini shivered and nodded her assent. Her pussy was being continuously probed and prodded at by the large bulb of the cockhead below as the negotiations went on. Her head was swamped by thoughts of how she was likely to be ravaged by that monster. She worried about how she was going to take what she wanted. Gone were thoughts of whether she wanted. Hanging on to the wrestlers shoulders she also knew that no other outcome was likely.

"So where are you?" he asked. Sunil watched in amazement as the strong young man lifted his Nalini like she was a doll in one hand. The student looked down between them to try and find Nalini's cunt and manipulate his cock to an entry position.

Nalini wrapped her one arm around his neck so she could prop herself fully and reached behind and under with the other arm. She could smell the reek of the arecanut, a mild intoxicant nut that was chewed by many. She wondered about the research student selection process and made a note to ask her professor husband about it. With the other hand she searched for and found the large intended-intruder.

She could barely hold the cock with two fingers. Given her position she was not able to hold the thickness of the shaft. From what she could feel and had seen it was unlikely her fist would close around the monster.

She just managed to hold enough to point the head at her lips. They nestled together and jostled.

Holding his head, she whispered into his ear.

"Now!" she commanded.

"Now what?" asked the student.

From where he was Sunil could see Nalini hanging on to the student. The student was holding her up as if she was a doll. And the large cock was nestling between her legs.

Nalini removed her head from where it was buried in this shoulder and looked him in the eye. Was he for real? So sure and insistent but this utterly clueless?

"How old are you again?" she asked, shaking her hair and laughing at him with her eyes. She looked fabulous. Dominated, beautiful. Held to ransom but also the more experienced. The dictated but also the teacher in the situation.

"I am a birgin I told," he replied. "Come on. Tell me," he begged her. "I have to phuck."

"Then thrust in, you silly fellow," she said. It was a mistake and she realized it only after ward.

For his size, she needed caution. That is why the young man had proceeded slowly. It was at her request. But now at her instruction, he clenched his buttocks and his cock reared up. Holding her buttocks in his large hands he brought her down as he simultaneously thrust at her.

Nalini screamed as the cock spread her apart. She felt searing pleasure and twinges of pain as her flesh was shoved apart by the invading column of thick, hard flesh.

"Oh, ma!" she cried out at the top of her voice. Sunil jumped as if he was going to run to her rescue. Her face was screwed up with the intensity of her pleasure, her eyes tight shut, her mind on the engorged beast embedded in her now.

The student stopped. His cock had gotten stuck and her cry made him unsure of shoving further as he actually wanted to. Pressing her legs on the back of his thighs Nalini hoisted herself up. She marveled at how much man there was and how she was able to use his body as a prop. Her pussy was now arched downward ready to take him deeper.

She was shivering from the size and the stretch. But aching from the lack of movement.

"Fuck me, you bastard," she implored him. And then she thrust down and shook in a series of explosions as the cock ravaged her to an instant series of releases.

"Oh, madam!" he howled as her cunt held him tighter than his fist ever had during masturbation. His fist did not have the heat, not the slickness and not the pulsating alive flesh.

He fucked her, thrusting his hips as he raised and dropped her buttocks, held captive in his large hands. She stopped her efforts as she felt the cock spread her, her flesh yield to accommodate him. Her legs were stretched out wide. The stretch made her spew her own cum, orgasming as she did countless times in a few short thrusts.

He moved her ravaged body up and down on his cock. To him, for this part, it was like his fist masturbating him, except he had replaced his dry lifeless hand with her warm bubbling cunt.

He growled and grunted as he felt the tight sheath pleasuring him.

They both took a few minutes to get accustomed and take the edge off what was happening between the large rampaging cock and the slithery accepting cunt.

And then she said, "lay me back!"

Sunil was deprived of his ringside view of cock reaming the cunt and Nalini hanging on for dear life.

She now was laid back head towards the camera and with the student facing the camera between her legs. Her caftan had of course been ripped down the front and lay beneath her otherwise attached to her body only at the shoulder. 

He watched as the student lifted Nalini's leg over his shoulder and held the other leg wide apart. Nalini was grateful for she felt the need to spread as wide as she could.

The student gave no thought to the jiggling large breasts or the needs of the woman who lay below him. Standing on the floor, his cock embedded in his professor's wife, he pulled back slowly. He watched in marvel as the cock emerged from its lair coated with white fluid. It was a soppy mess.

Nalini raised her head to look down at the sight. It looked and felt like a piston in its chamber. She lay back with a contented sigh as her pussy closed in relief as he left her.

She yelped in shock when he thrust right back in one quick motion. She grabbed at his muscular arms to hold on. Unmindful of her, the student fucked the professor's wife as if he was a machine. His eyes were sharply focused on the movement between cock and cunt. He was seeking only his pleasure and nothing else.

There was no need for him to bother with anything else. The professor's wife, her cunt splayed open and its walls ravaged with the reaming, found herself cumming continuously. 

He claimed to be a virgin but his staying power belied the fact that it was his first. He fucked her with an animal vigor which she instantly fell in love with. Given up her body to him, she took her pleasure which came in unstopping waves. At some point she threw her head back enough and looked up and back at the camera. Somewhere behind that screen was her online lover, masturbating for sure, she felt.

Nalini had also fallen in love with her own, newly discovered clitoral orgasm. She wanted that too, now. Knowing that the rampaging bull between her legs knew no reason she took it upon herself. Using her thumb she pressed downward from her pubis and when it reached the top of her cunt it had the effect of pushing the clit onto the path of the pillar thrusting in and out.

Like smoke from rubber hitting the road, Nalini's clitoral pulsations arose from the cock reaming the clit on its way in and out.

Her body started to gyrate on its own as her cunt exploded. The cock was relentless. The pussy and the clit were in 'on' mode. As much as he fucked, the more she wanted. She fucked back, turned, twisted and milked his cock. All the while her thumb made sure that the clit stayed in the line of fire.

The marauding student-wrestler was tamed by the convulsions of her cunt on his cock. Nothing he had been told ever mentioned that the woman's cunt could work on a cock like a snake tightly wound around. But this wondrous woman's cunt worked like that. He felt his pleasure mounting. Yes! This was what he had come here for! He wanted to cum in a woman!

She was howling out her orgasms. Sometimes low guttural moans. Some times shameless loud howls of pleasure. With one hand she held on to him and with the other she kept her clit in place.

The first time he convulsed with a small release, the student paused. Her eyes shot open blazing. She looked at him and commanded while her hips took up the role he neglected. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she ordered as she fucked his stationary cock.

Further tamed, the student obediently resumed. His body shook and shuddered. He wanted to pause at each pleasure point. But he was now wary of his the temper of the professor's wife.

He fucked on, feeling her twisting and turning, relaxing that his bout of pleasure was about to culminate.

He wanted it. It was his goal. But he did not want it either. He wanted to fuck this goddess forever. She too wanted him for longer. This specimen of manhood was awesome. She wanted the well-built youngster and felt her previously chosen student was a poor selection. And while she seemed to want the pleasure never to end she wanted him to cum as well. There lay the difference between the novice and the experienced. She knew that he could cum and she could still have him. And there were a variety of different ways in which she could have him.

He came, marveling at what this woman could do, even though it seemed to him that she was impaled and stuck on him with no wiggle space. He filled her and a squelchy mess resulted. The fucking continued and the sounds of the splattering reached Sunil's ears on the other side.

The air was also filled with 'oh's 'ah's ' umph's and various other sounds that emanated from the thrashing fucks that continued. 

The wrestler bellowed out his big one, and Nalini gasped and clung on for her dear life as she felt the warmth surge and fill her completely.

Her own clitoral orgasm had preceded this, the flood and gush making for the complete mess of the sheets.

Like most men, he sagged and collapsed on her when he finished. Now he lay on her. He was heavy. She let him be. Even as his erection lost its body it still had volume. She cunt continued to convulse and she shivered on to that pulsating being inside her. 

He never slipped out of her. He was large enough to 'stay'. Slowly, he began to snore. She felt his weight grow on her and pushed him on his back now. She stared in fascination as his cock lay on its side, in a semi erect state, sagging only on its own weight.

His snooze was real short; a petit mort as it was. He awoke to see the professor's wife near his cock. She was playing with him, his cock. Feeling it, measuring it, weighing it. Out of sheer curiosity she formed her now familiar 'o' and checked if it fit in her mouth. Her cheeks ached at the effort. She kissed the cockhead and stopped trying.




Talk and Action Ch. 05



He reached for her head and tried to make her kiss him again, take him again. The cock had swollen to its previous state again.

But she could not. Not now. And she needed to check on Sunil and let him go, too.

She moved up to bring herself face to face with the prone student. "Today, only this much," said, patting the underside of his fully erect cock. 

He started to reach for her, but she slapped his hand back. "There is lots I have for you," she assured him, squeezing the spongy mass with her hands. Yes, he was thick but she was able to handle him. "But not today."

She needed to assert herself in these experiments, of that she was very, very clear. There was only one way to get whatever she wanted and that was 'her way'.

The dazed student-wrestler had barely moved by the time he realized that his professor's wife was gone and she re-emerged in a new caftan. She lifted one leg on to the bed and nudged him to move on. The command and control was complete in the body language.

The student felt the need to protect what he had achieved in his audacious move today. He had been crazed enough with lust to try this stunt. He decided to count his blessings and wait for the next time.

After seeing him off, Nalini turned to the computer. Sunil was there. 

"Hey! You there?" she asked, stating the obvious.

He was. He had already been at a high near cumming when the student had barged in. After a brief pause, when the raw and open display of sexuality came live on his screen, he had resumed masturbating and the sounds made him cum quick and big.

"Sorry! You saw what happened!" she offered by way of explanation. 

He nodded dumbly.

"I guess that is what you meant by saying 'fuck, fuck, fuck'?" she said.

Again he nodded, speechless at the turn of events and the open display to him.

"Listen, I need to go wash up. And then he will be back," she said, her finger hovering over the disconnect button.

"You better plan your travel," she said to her online lover. "I owe you big," she promised him. It was part truth and part to mollify him for the moment.

"Shall I go, Sunil," she asked, her tone reverting to the sweet, innocent housewife one.

As her image disappeared, Sunil logged on to makemytrip.com to start to book tickets to the university-town.



Talk and Action Ch. 06



Nalini was shimmering and radiant. She was all dressed up to go for a wedding reception. She said (and Sunil no longer knew what to believe and what not) that she never used make up. 

Her face was clear, bright and her eyes had more than the usual sparkle. Sunil thought he knew why. Nalini was enjoying orgasms that must have cleansed her body of every feeling and fluid other than those associated with joy and pleasure. Pores were open. Skin was clear. And she was enjoying herself. All that was visible on her radiant face.

“It shows on your face,” he told her.

“What?” she asked, ever the picture of innocence. 

“That you are getting loads of it,” he said.

“Loads of what?” she asked.

“Loads of fucking,” he said thinking of the wrestler build student fucking her till she could cum no more.

“Loads of activity,” he said thinking of the time she had mounted her husband and tamed him to complete submission.

“Loads of release,” he said thinking of the manner in which she had made a student suck and manipulate her to release gallons of amber liquid in a clitoral release.

“Loads of cum,” he said thinking of the gobs of cum she had taken in her mouth, hand, and cunt and then he thought of the only orifice where she had not taken in a cock.

She stared back at him thinking. Then she broke into that dazzling smile.

“You are so mischievous!” she said. 

“Not more than you! The way you mounted the professor,” he said.

“You know,” she exclaimed, leaning forward and he interrupted her. 

“How would I? You never told me the details,” he complained.

“Oho! Don't interrupt my train of thought. You know, I discovered that I do not have to face him. The best angle if I face the legs. It resulted in …” she covered her face, overcome with what she nearly described.

“Resulted in what?” he asked. 

“Chee! I can’t!” she said.

“You can actually do all that but when it comes to talking, you cannot talk about it?” he asked incredulously.

“No, I cannot,” she said.

“Let me guess,” said Sunil, all knowing. “He caressed you in places that make you cum big while you rubbed on what makes him cum. Right?”

She nodded, eyes downcast.

“You can get that same effect from having me fuck you doggy-style,” he said.

“What is that?” she shot him an eager look.

“I will tell you only if you promise to keep that for me,” he said.

“Arre, tell me, na!” she begged him.

“No. There has to be something that is all mine,” he insisted. 

“Oho, okay, okay!” she said, not quite promising. “Tell me.”

“You get down on all fours,” he started his explanation.

Her eyes widened. “Like a dog! And you are under me?”

“No. Behind,” explained Sunil.

“Then?” she asked.

“So imagine. You were on him facing his feet. Suppose he had sat up, he would be behind you – but inside you, right?” he told her.

“Yes!” she nodded. Then remembering something, she added, “He tried! But as he got up he started to come out of me!”

“Yes, that is the complexity you have to manage. But if you can keep me in, I can fuck you and hit you in spots that you did not know existed,” he said.

She nodded. Unknown to him, she knew. Her clit had received so much of stimulation from the cock. And she had loved how she managed the entire dynamic of what touched her where and at what speed and angle.

Her pussy stirred. She wished they did not have to go to that wedding reception. Better still, if she could get the professor to come in for half an hour. He had said he would phone her and she should come out immediately. Just then she got a message on the phone. 

“Oh! He his going to get started from the university shortly,” she exclaimed. A change of topic. “You said nothing about my dress?” she complained.

She was elegantly turned out. She wore a jade necklace.  Almost square, jagged pieces of jade, not quite regular and yet decreasing in size as they went up and around her neck. Her saree was a complementing shade of deep, blood red with sequins. That garment was amazing in itself. It covered everything and yet, left nothing to imagination. Through the fabric he could see her belly button which seemed to be designed to invite kisses.

Her breasts were wrapped in the upper portion of her saree but bulged. He could see the neckline of the blouse, which showed enough of the upper slopes. The blouse itself had no sleeves – it showed off her well-toned arms.

“You are fabulous!” he said. She held her arm out, putting the saree on display and turned around once. Her round, firm ass looked as if it was gift wrapped to be taken. As his eyes moved up from them he gasped at the vast expanse of inviting skin – it was a bare back blouse which just one tie holding it all together.

He thought of the size of the load that one solitary string had to carry on her chest and he wondered if it might not snap or unravel. His mind went to the scene in a Bollywood movie in which the leading lady held on to the front panels of her blouse, encasing and holding back her breasts as the man untied the string at the back.

He reached out and touched the screen. Nalini, the expert tease that she had become, arched her shoulders back so that the taut flesh on her back, creased along the spine and dimples formed on either side.

God, how he wanted to fuck her! In this attire, he wanted to take her from behind; that well-rounded silk wrapped ass seemed to ask for nothing else.

“You need to wear that for me when we meet!” he begged her, running the base of his palm on his completely erect but trapped cock.

“Of course, darling,” she said with a flourish of her saree, bringing it tightly to wrap around herself. It contoured her entire body to perfection, leaving nothing to imagination. 

“But you know – I am not dressed up like this for nothing. I have to go now,” she said, leaning forward. Perhaps as a favor to her friend or perhaps it was her usual carelessness – her saree pallo slipped off her shoulder, her low cut blouse hung and he was treated to the sight of her breasts. She was wearing no bra beneath. He saw her nipples and when she laughed at him the mounds jiggled invitingly. 

No bra! And then there was only that one small string at the back. Was she not taking too much of a chance? He asked her the question.

“It is called a bra-less blouse, silly! The cups are stitched in” she said. Thrusting the blouse and her chest at him she said, “Look! You cannot see anything.”

He stared at the luscious offering and wanted to reach through the screen and consume her. The neckline seemed to be more than a third down the way from her breasts and he guessed the areola surrounding the nipple was a fraction of a millimeter away from being exposed. 

“But I am terrible at managing a saree, you know,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I hope it does not unravel.”

To Sunil the entire set up seemed a recipe for disaster. He did not mind that as such. He just wanted to be there when it came off, so he could bundle her off and take her somewhere and fuck her till she could not walk and he could not cum any more.

And then someone called her from the porch of the residence.

“The professor has sent one of the students, I think. Let me see what he wants,” she said. Wrapping the silk tightly around her curvaceous, bouncing figure, Nalini left the room.

“But I am about to go out as you can see,” said Nalini over her shoulder as she came back into the room.

Behind her followed the research student who had the build of a wrestler. Nalini’s pussy tingled at the thought of how she had clung on to him while he went on a wild fuck-rampage with her the other day. Initially, she had been unenthusiastic. But finally she realized that he was thick, hard, virile and energetic: an unusual specimen in himself; more so among research students in the math department of the university. 

“But you promised,” he mumbled dully, reaching down and squeezing his own hard on. This brazen and somewhat crude act was not visible to Nalini but Sunil saw it. His ears went red and he felt shocked at his own arousal. He moved to the edge of his chair. Nalini usually sprang surprises when something like this happened.

“I promised nothing,” she said curtly. That day, when he invaded her cunt stretching it impossibly, she had been a reluctant participant at first. There was no foreplay, no nuance, no change of positions. Just raw, hard fucking. Given his proportions she needed no attention. She was squeezed full and every movement brought copious releases from her insides. Some expert manipulation by her own self took her to dizzying heights of pleasure after which she needed nothing else.

But when he rolled off her, that was the first time she got to inspect his cock. She toyed with it, feeling the dimensions, the thickness and tested it to see if it fit her fist. That caused him to swell back and want her again. But she had firmly and clearly sent him away, saying ‘another time’.

That did not constitute a promise. But like Sunil, like the other student, like her own husband, the wrestler-student too, now spent all his spare time fantasizing about her and masturbating. Once he had sunk into her hot throbbing flesh, his fist seemed hopelessly inadequate. He wanted the real thing.

“But I need you,” he pressed on. She turned to look at him. Sunil’s eyes wandered to the lovely expanse of her back and the luscious ass. As if on cue, the saree slipped off her shoulder and the student was treated the full sight of her breasts. The blouse itself was aggressively designed. To add to that, the breasts were not to be confined to any space by any sartorial device. They were meant to thrust out, invite, provoke and cause lust. They did.

From his height, he could see the beginnings of the areas around the nipple. She turned him on in every way. He had to have her. He interpreted the falling of the saree as an invitation to take her.

HE placed his hands on her shoulder and from Sunil’s vantage point the hands disappeared as the student slid them down to lift her breasts. He lifted them and they pushed upward beyond the neckline. Her nipple slipped out and he bent to suck on it.

“Stop,” she said, trying to push him away. Like the other day, he preferred to be insistent. He sucked it in fully, pushing the fabric away.

Nalini feared for her blouse and indeed, for her readiness. And the only reason she had got ready a lot earlier was to spend some time with Sunil. Otherwise, her husband would be home any time now to pick her up to go to the reception. He being an academic type did not plan on dressing up and had said he would call from the car outside.

At the same time, the student’s roughness with her, the memory of his cock and its extra tight fit inside her cunt made her slippery with fluids. This boy was a problem. He aroused her in no time at all. She had never wanted to fuck anyone else than the professor; only to play. Her mind told her that now that she allowed him to fuck her once, perhaps a second time did not matter. ‘No one else, ever” she told herself firmly, forgetting that Sunil was already planned to be ‘in’.

“Wait,” she commanded him. “There is a way to do this.” She thought of that fantastic scene she had seen between Jessica Lange and Jack Nicholson. Jack forces himself on Jessica and she gives in to her lust. Wild sex results. She had wanted that for herself from the day she saw that movie. To throw everything around. To clear space. To mount her lover. To have him fuck up into her. To fuck herself down on him. And to cum in wild throes like Jessica did on screen. What a scene! What a movie! Now she had her chance. But she had to manage her saree and time.

She knew from the previous fucking that her own cumming and then his release would ruin the saree. She told him to stand where he was and not move an inch from there. She went and got towels. She then looked at the student, seriousness in her eyes. 

“You will do exactly as I say if you want to get what you want,” she said firmly. “Now,” she instructed him. “Come behind me.” She turned towards the computer and kneeled on the bed. She was facing the camera and Sunil. She looked at Sunil, her face taut with the tension of her own desire. She wanted the pleasure but she also wanted done in time.

Sunil knew what was coming. She was going to break her promise to him that she would do some of the exotic sexual stuff only with Sunil.

The student came close and stood behind Nalini. Already, her heels were on either side of his legs. But he was the novice. The novice did not know that the professor’s wife was also trying this for the first time.

He placed his hands on her hips. She reached behind to grab his wrists. Holding his hands she reached below and gathered the hem of the saree and petticoat within. She brought his hands to the sides of her legs near the knee. She caressed herself using his hand as the medium. The roughness of his hands suggested a student who was not the pen and paper variety. The physique and build of a wrestler was matched by the coarseness of hand.

The coarseness served to caress her well. She shivered. Her face turned half back and she told him, “We cannot afford to mess up by readiness or dressing. ‘Sir’ will be coming soon to pick me up.”

“Now, you have to mount me from behind,” she said. The student looked down. Their hands, his held in hers, had lifted up her garments to bare her ass. She was as full behind, as rounded and as luscious as were her breasts. Except that the student-wrestler’s hunger was raw sex was yet to be slaked for him to pay attention to her lovely, curvaceous body and all its possibilities. But as a trained amateur wrestler he noted the taut muscles of her buttocks. He reached and gripped the orbs. 

She dropped forward, on all fours as Sunil had tutored her. She then took care to bring forward her saree so that the lower part of her body was really bare. In the process her saree top had also fallen to the bed and her blouse had to carry the weight of her breasts. They sagged enough to give Sunil a full view of her glorious slopes. Except that the angle reduced the total illumination of the insides. Her nipples could have been seen had there been light.

“Are you ready?” she looked over her shoulder only to find that the student was still in his clothes. “Come on!” she said irritably. “Fuck me!” she said. She knew that was the shortest way to get him to undress.

He heard the ‘f’ word and had removed his clothes in a jiffy. Streaky fluids and the heavy cock swung like the formidable weapon it was. 

“You have to find my … cunt,” she explained. She felt a bit impatient. There was hardly time for instruction given the urgency of the time constraint. His cock nudged her asscheeks smearing her with his precum. She sighed. She would have to find a way to prevent her saree from staining.

But the thickness and size brought focus to her mind. She wanted him in and quickly. Her pussy was soppy wet and ready in anticipation of the pleasure it was to receive. She spread her legs. She made space for him. 

“Get in between my legs with your cock,” she hissed, looking back and then looking down, trying to get a sense of what was happening. She felt the broad cock between her legs, parallel to her cunt. Her juices smeared his cock but the desire-crazed youngster had no idea. Till he felt the tightness of her cunt nothing made sense to him. In the narrow passage between her legs, he felt pressure on either side of his cock he felt the urge to fuck. He thrust and felt good, groaning from the massaging of his cock.

“Wait, wait,” she stopped him. Reaching under and back she held his cock, which was barely within control of her two fingers. She managed to bring the head to her entrance. Triumphantly she announced, “Now! Fuck!”

The student thrust. It was a partial success. Success because the cock found its mark and nosed the pussy open. The success was only partial because of the sheer thickness of the cock. It needed more thrust to penetrate. More force was needed for the cock to spread apart the walls of her cunt.

“Push,” she urged him.

He held her hips and thrust. He winced as the cunt resisted and the skin pushed back – it hurt. He pulled back and the precum and juices soaked the head. He had a better chance with the next thrust, penetrating deeper. He loved the tightness! The wetness! The grip and the warmth combined to give him intense pleasure.

Her pinched waist gave him the opportunity to hold her better in his large hands and the broad hip and ass provided him a warm, bubbling receptacle for him to sink into.

And then, at the depth of the fuck his skin pulled back fully. The head reared up to its full bulbous size. And this happened deep in her womb. Her eyes had been shut all through. She was hunched down, concentrating on the progress of the marauding cock. His thrusting was merciless. She wanted nothing less from him. It had been less than half-a-dozen thrusts, each going deeper than the last. She felt her juices pour out as an outcome of the wide stretching.

When the cock swelled deep into the womb, she gasped. She felt him touch everywhere. There seemed no vacant space within. Instinctively she felt her lower tummy and held it like a pouch, imagining the mass of invading flesh within her. She felt full.

And then came the slamming. It raked her cunt and in spite of the copious fluids from the pussy walls and from him she felt raw. The pleasure was immense and thrusting her ass up and back, Nalini placed the top of her hand in interlocked fingers. It steadied her to take the onslaught. Without that, she could not have stayed kneeling, so strong was his thrusting; she might well have flattened down on the bed.

As her ass thrust up, the cock touched her clit. She did not need her thumb to keep her clit in the line of thrust. His natural trajectory and her angle were perfect. His cock left no space in any case. And then the rubbing all along the upper wall, the roof of her cunt touched every extra sensitive spot.

She gushed spontaneously and then reaching forward she grabbed pillows to prop herself better. She also wanted to fuck back. But she felt like a bitch. A dog is what Sunil had said. But she was female and she felt like a bitch on heat and she was being fucked just so. Her breasts, hanging as they were, jiggled furiously with each thrust.

Saliva dripped from Nalini’s open jaws as she felt herself to jelly from the relentless fucking. The angle was brilliant and the fullness was a godsend. And finally, the young man’s natural staying power provided her every iota of pleasure she needed.

The fullness of her breasts and her instructions to her tailor put her blouse under stress anyway. On top of that, when on all fours, the weight of the breasts put it under further strain. And then the storm of his fucking… the string at the back was not up to the task.

The blouse fell open and the breasts were now in the open. In dismay but in no position to control events, Nalini watched, her jaw open, saliva still dripping, as her breasts fell open. They were now brilliantly illuminated, light and shade merely accentuated the lovely breasts. Her nipples were now all for Sunil to see. They ached and she wanted them pinched. 

She wanted every part of her body attended to. Lips, hands, mouth, cock, nose, tongue – whatever. On her hips, cunt, lips, breasts, nipples, stomach – everywhere. If it took one man or several men – how many ever. She just wanted; wanted it all.

She whimpered and sobbed as pleasured coursed through her body. The whimpering was pleasure. The sobbing was partially from the unfulfilled need for everything, everywhere. The saliva was a lack of control. Her eyes were half lidded with lust and she looked at Sunil, helpless and wanting.

The student found himself wild in excitement at the flare of hips into which he was fucking. He dug his nails in and caressed and lightly slapped the ass. 




Talk and Action Ch. 06



“Oh, fuck!” she groaned as she felt the pinching and slapping increase her pleasure. “Oh, fuckkk!” she shuddered, even louder, when the student fucked her deep and through and through, the cockhead arriving deep in her womb from out to in, in one single stroke.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk!” she wailed and thrashed as he lifted her up by her hips, her knees barely touching the bed, and he fucked her in high speed full, complete stabs.

As before, she was a fuck-channel meant to ream his cock and nothing else. He fucked her for his own pleasure and nothing else like before. And yes, given the extent of how he stuffed her, she needed no separate attention. The complete lack of control was evident in the fluids pouring from her cunt and the saliva in her mouth.

Her breasts, her breasts, her breasts! She ached for hurting, pinching and mauling of her unattended breasts. She sobbed in pleasure and despair.

She balanced the front of her body on her arms from fist to elbow. She could not knead and pleasure her own tits. She looked towards Sunil as if he might emerge from the computer and provide relief to those aching nipples. Her breasts hung free and slapped around freely. Her hips were now in the student’s hands. The saree unraveled from around the hips and joined the blouse on the bed below.

At that moment, the phone rang. The mobile was there on the bed in front of her. It was the professor. She picked up the phone, her body rocking back and forth with the fucking. “Yes!” she panted. Her orgasms continued even as she spoke. 

“Ya, ya, ya!” she wept as the fucking continued relentlessly.

She grunted, groaned and gasped. She did not care one whit for anything other than her pleasure and for finding out whether the professor was outside the house already. 

He was not outside the house. He was at the florist. What color of flowers he wanted to know.

“Anything, anything,” she gasped. Was something the matter?

“No, no, no” she shook her head, her mind completely on the breasts that were getting no attention.

When the student lifted her hips more and his hands reached below, feeling her blood-engorged lips her orgasm exploded.

“Do somethingggggg!” she blabbered and dropped the phone. The cock inside her swelled and she distinctly felt it grow. He was probably going to cum.

The phone rang back. She did not sound right.

“I am exercising, do not disturb. No, no, no!,” she wailed. The student’s thumbs were threatening to invade her ass. He was mauling her, pounding her to a pulp, fucking her as if she was a fuck-toy.

To the professor it was clear they were going to be late for the function. He took a little longer selecting flowers, which was just as well. Because his wife was impaled, skewered, loaded onto a marauding cock which showed no signs of cumming.

Nalini was ragged and desperately needed the boy to cum. “Come fucker, come!” she begged him. The cock vibrated inside her. She tried to move but could not. She was stuck, squealing, thrashing on the cock.

She reached under and ringed his cock with her fingers. It pulled the skin back, the cockhead swelled and with a loud bellow, the student thrashed his head about as he felt her squeeze him out. Her cunt was filled now in addition to the flesh with his fluids too. The loud slurping, slapping noises that were heard the last time from the flood of fluids filled her ears again. 

His loss of control in orgasm caused him to lose his grip on her waist. She slipped from his grasp and the cock escaped its lair. They both grabbed each other in desperation.

“No, no, no!” she babbled frantically.

The student was still cumming in jets and gobs shot over her, landing on her breast as she turned, on her chest and on the saree which she did not want stained.

She pulled him down and pushed him back. His cock was still spewing cum when she jammed it back up her cunt. Sitting up and thrusting her breasts forward she made him grab the aching tits. She guided his fingers to pinch her. She made him hurt her and dig his nails into her soft, aching flesh. 

Sunil watched in amazement as large, rough hands combined with her smaller, soft hands to claim and treat the breasts. Those should have been his hands, he felt. 

She bounced up and down on the cock as if it was a gym exercise. Relentlessly, she fucked his cock and this had the effect of milking his cock as fully as he would have wanted. 

She rode him as if she were riding a horse and her entire series of orgasms extended to one more round of cumming. Her breasts were red from the manhandling. Her nipples hurt. Her hips ached. Her cunt felt raw and it flowed, flooding their melded groins and flowing down on to the bunch of clothes below, now completely useless for the wedding reception. Her eyes were locked with Sunil as she bounced up and down. The weight of her breasts caused them to heave more. His hands gripped her tight and still the flesh bounced.

She collapsed on him. She slowly lifted her body slowly, feeling the thick trunk of unrelenting cock ease out and then slid down back. She shivered. And then again she slid up and down. The cock remained hard – softer than before, but hard enough for her to take a slow and steady dribble of pleasure.

Her pussy drained continuously. Part of it was his cum flowing out when she was on top. Part of it was her own cunt, giving, flowing and releasing continuously.

She felt tender and her body was vibrating from the cumming. She raised herself off for the final time, and the cock plopped out. Her eyes wandered to the computer in search of Sunil. He was watching.

“That was a good phuck!” the student declared. They were both slick with sweat. Nalini had never fucked so hard for so long ever before. She shimmied forward, allowing the juices from her pussy to spread on his abdomen. She brought her breasts to his face.

“Suck,” she ordered. Dutifully, the student took her breast in his mouth with loud, slurping noises, licked and sucked. She held his head and guided him to her nipples. He pulled at them with his lips. She then guided him to the other breast. Her eyes went to Sunil. Then to the boy who was sucking on her. And then she closed her eyes, savoring his attention. When she felt relief in both her nipples she let go of his head.

She looked back and found his cock standing up, waving in the air.

She wanted to suck him. Hold him. And when she imagined those, her pussy said, fuck him. Again.

But she knew the professor was going to be home soon. She had no idea what she would wear. Only her petticoat was still around her waist, the rest of her clothes were already off her.

She shimmied back down till his cock was in her face. Lovingly, she stroked the specimen, her mouth tantalizingly close. She kissed the pillar and she briefly took the head into her mouth. He spasmed. She tasted that small release of the next batch of precum. She thought about it briefly and realized that this boy took very long to cum. She thought she could not finish what she wanted to start now.

She held him in her fist and stroked his cock in full while still telling him to go.

“Go,” she said, his cock sticky in her hands.

“Only when you stop!” he groaned.

“I am stroking you only while you are still here,” she said, lovingly stroking the cock with varying speeds. On impulse she leaned forward and licked his balls and probed with her tongue deep between his legs, still pumping the cock.

With no warning he spurted with a loud groan. Gobs of semen flew into the air and when they fell, they fell on her hair. Nalini fisted him rapidly as he came. She was glad it happened, that it happened quickly and now she wished it to be complete for him.

Finally, the cock shrank rapidly. He was drained. She smiled in triumph. She stood up. Her petticoat was hopelessly crumpled. She looked down at herself and noted that she needed a full bath. Her own juices and his cum was everywhere. Her hands were full of his semen. Her stomach was stained, as was her ass. Her lower body was a soppy mess of semi-dry fluids. Her hair had streaks of cum.

She was standing on the bed. She kicked his supine form.

“Get out!” she ordered him. “Before ‘sir’ comes.” She knew that would get him moving for the professor was really terror with his students.

She reached out to the laptop. She had nothing to say to Sunil. She switched off the computer with no courtesies to her all-too-successful e-tutor.



Talk and Action Ch. 07



Sunil may have unleashed her in the first instance. But he was not responsible for any of what happened. And certainly what happened next.

"Sunil, I have been in a situation," she confessed.

"What situation?" asked Sunil. The professor's wife, Nalini, his friend from school days had been his seduction target. And then she had gone on to take his every idea and sexually engage in those very acts with whoever she came by.

There was nothing left, according to him. He had been reduced to begging her to wait for his arrival, to keep some of those positions, special acts for him.

And still, she talked about a situation.

"What situation?" he repeated himself warily as his friend stared into space.

"My sister's son came home today," she said.

Sunil's eyes widened.

"How old is he?" asked Sunil.

"Around 19," she said.

"And?" he asked.

"I am telling you, na!" she said. "Don't interrupt."

"I hope it has nothing to do with ... sex. I am not sure it is legal. And I do not even want to get started on how your sister will take it," said Sunil.

"Well, why else would I be telling you anything?" she said irritably. "Here is the whole story."

Nalini started narrating everything that had happened.

The boy had a backache from the rough bus ride. His aunt often massaged his back in his younger days. He thought nothing of asking her for a massage now.

Nalini also thought nothing of it. The problem lay precisely there. She thought nothing of it so she did not bother with how she was dressed. She had dressed to seduce the professor.

She wanted to be taken like a bitch on heat. She wore her filly black nightgown. It was in two pieces. She still remembered the day she bought it. The shopkeeper knew them as a couple because his son studied under the professor. When Nalini had reviewed her purchase the man found it difficult to show the wares properly. When all was said and done, it was a small community, especially among its permanent residents.

But it had two pieces. The inner was more daring and completely minimalist. It was sheer as all lingerie is. But it was also just about enough fabric as was needed to be called a garment. It left nothing to imagination.

The second piece, the one that went on top, was a sheer and complete gown. But it was so delicate that the professor could look through -- it triggered imagination.

It had been her failsafe device with the professor. Whenever she was horny, she wore the nightgown. Right from the moment she served him dinner. When she leaned over to serve he could see her breasts, the patch of hair between her legs, her sumptuous swinging ass.

On occasion they would fuck before or during dinner. On other days, definitely before the professor took off his glasses. The dress indicated that she had reached the limit of her ability to sublimate her dire physical needs and the professor understood that.

Whatever was happening with her sexually and her own desires was not to be confused with her love for her husband. Everything she learned, she knew she could carry forward with him. She knew that while he was preoccupied with work and rarely made the first move, he was virile enough to be her man.

And while the student who was also the wrestler had a cock the girth of which was pleasurable, her husband could pleasure her in his own, fulfilling way. 

She wanted, tonight, to introduce him to what Sunil had called doggy-style. She knew from the angles she worked out the other day for 'on the top' that he would cum easily if she just fucked him back. The wrestler had barely given her maneuvering room for fucking him back. But professor was not like that. She knew could thrust back and she knew he would cum helplessly.

The thought of the professor cumming helplessly had warmed up her pussy. She had signaled it all to him, even though the nephew's arrival forced her to be more circumspect.

She had been wearing just the inner lingerie when the professor came home. But he came with her nephew, her sister's son. She fled to her room and wore a more conservative caftan in a jiffy. But professor had seen the garment and smiled knowingly at his wife.

She had finished her chores and dressed up for him. Her mind was on how she would be on all fours and guide him from behind. She chose the spot in the bedroom where she would do this. She wanted to hold on better and control the fucking better than she had with the rampaging student. She wanted to give her husband a strong, powerful and unchecked, uncontrolled orgasm. 

She did not intend to wear the outer gown. After all, even in the inner was going to last just a wee bit till her ass was exposed to her husband. Why bother? And then she heard the boy calling. Instead of bothering with the caftan again, she just threw on the outer gown.

Her sister's son had just turned eighteen and had come to their house for some exam prep for which the professor was renowned in the extended family.

The children had all grown up traveling and living with different family members at different stages in their life. This was true of her kids as well.

So when called to rub his back and give him relief she thought nothing of it. As she leaned on his back and rubbed, the boy pointed lower down to the small of the back where the hard seat of the bus had caused strained. 

Warming to the task, Nalini straddled him from behind and leaning forward, applied pressure with a combination of hands; the shiatsu style.

She thought of the irony. She intended to be in a similarly prone position but not on top and behind her nephew -- but ready to go under her husband with him being behind. 

As she leaned back and forth her breasts swung freely. The inner was designed for ordinary bust sized women and Nalini was anything but ordinary in her bust. She had had her breast pop out in the past and that had only helped her in the seduction plan on those occasions.

Today when it popped out, she felt the need urgently stuff it back and she took her hands off the back on which she was working to do just that. The young man thought his aunt had chosen just the wrong moment to stop. The benefit of the massage had only just begun. Intending to stop his aunt from leaving he turned around.

He saw her breast, large and inviting and the grape like, large nipple on it. At his age, such an arousing sight invites an instant erection and so it was with him.

Nalini turned beet red and rushed with the act of stuffing the breast but only succeeded in uncovering the other one too. This was accidental but was part of the intended design of the garment. It was designed for seduction.

An 18 year old does not need too much seduction. Nalini could see the reaction in her nephew's eyes as his pupils dilated. The boy flipped over and his aunt was now on astride his stomach. His eyes devoured her body. She felt hopeless even attempting to cover her impossible to conceal breasts. She reached forward and covered his eyes. She could not let him see her, his aunt, like that.

He reached forward and claimed those luscious breasts, ever so gently. He loved her but not in this way. This, was new. His fingers found those lovely large nipples and he tugged at them.

Hands are hands and skin is skin. One body is designed to convey pleasure to the other. She felt her sister's son give her that pleasure with his gentle fondling of her breasts. She gasped, involuntary. It was involuntary. Her conscious mind kept telling her this was illicit.

She kept his eyes covered. Her own eyes watched his hands as they kept her covered. But they did more than cover. They played with her breasts. He sat up and she embraced him with no hesitation. His head was in her breasts and he eagerly, yet tenderly, sucked and tongued -- his entire attention on the nipples.

"Ever been with a woman before, Pappu?" she asked, in a hushed tones, mindful that her husband was in the next room.

"No, mausi" he mumbled barely bothering to take his mouth off her, using the term for the mother's sister. A blood relation.

The question and the answer to the question were irrelevant as the boy continued to taste and play with her breasts. It was not relevant to what she did next either. She pushed him back and undid his pajamas to let his cock out. She did not look at him. Her inhibitions with the nephew stood conquered by her desire. But she did not want to anything that made her think or stop.

She positioned herself just below his pubis and beckoned him back to her breasts. HE sat up and kissed them both reverentially. She reached in between and with two fingers, tugged the straining cock down towards its natural resting place in her. She hoisted herself just enough to snag the head into her gaping open pussy. She did notice how easily her pussy juiced and spread open to receive any male. She had changed in the weeks since she met Sunil.

The boy gasped as he felt his cock lodge inside his aunt's wet, hot pussy. She rocked her hips forward and slid over the cock, holding her sister's son close to her breasts. He moaned, feeding on her as her cunt fed on him. She kept control, rocking back and forth. Effortlessly she slid on him, took him deep in. and then effortlessly she slid out. She looked down, at his face -- a picture of concentration. At his cock slowly sliding in and out of its new lair. The glistening cock slowly got covered with streaky white and other unnamed fluids as he slid and out. 

Nalini's passions, high as they were, were tempered by the seriousness of who her newest fuck-partner was -- her own sister's son. And then there was the fact of her husband sleeping next door. 

Her cunt was tilted up because she made space for him to suckle on her. Her clit remained untouched while the insides clung to his virgin cock. She shuddered silently as the cock massaged her to a release. She marveled at how she had been able to scream out her orgasms when she was being pounded. All so much in the mind, she felt, admiring her own control. 

As she controlled herself her muscles squeezed to contain her feelings. She drenched his cock. The surge of warm fluid on his cock felt fabulous. As his aunt slid over his cock rhythmically, the young man exploded. He filled her with his first release into a woman. 

"Oh, mausi!" he sobbed as he spent into her copiously. 

"I think, I think ..." he sobbed.

"Shh! Shh!" she consoled him as she rocked back and forth, milking his thoroughly. 

"I want you, more!" he wept. "But I think I came inside you."

"Of course you do want me more Pappu," she soothed him. "And yes, you filled your mausi. It's all right!" she cooed.

"But you might..." he cried, his body shuddering as he was wracked with emotion.

"I nothing," she said, still keeping the cock inside her. She felt abuzz in her love canal and maternal at her breasts. She held his chin and looked him in the eye. "Mausi let you. Okay? Nothing will happen."

"But I want you more," he said, his face hot and his desire unquelled in fact.

"You have me, na" she said as the gentle rocking-fuck continued. The position was so comfortable and the fucking by just sliding a wee bit on his thighs was completely lacking any strain. 

His cock came to the point of reddening from the relentless fucking even after he had dried out. She felt him wince and let him slide out. She looked down and saw him undiminished in size. 

"I want you," he said and flung his face on her breasts.

"Wait, wait, wait," she whispered to him. "I will be back. Mausa. Mausa," She gesticulated towards her husband's room, using the term to describe mother's sister's husband.

She swung off her nephew's body in as elegant a manner as the situation permitted. She did not let him see her spread out legs. She did not let him see her get her garment back in order or the management of her breasts. 

She vanished into the bath attached to the boy's room and rinsed herself. She was mindful that the professor had registered the signal intended by her black nightdress. He would likely be waiting for her. She felt duty bound to what a wife must do for her husband. If she had planned doggy style for him tonight, then doggy style it was.

She barely glanced in the direction of her nephew as she emerged from the bathroom. Leaving the door partially closed, she entered her husband's room, leaving the door ajar as they usually did.

But she should not have. It afforded Pappu easy access. He made no noise as he crept out of his own bed and room as the door was already ajar. And likewise, he needed to do nothing other than position himself at the right spot.

He had given his aunt several minutes before following her. He saw her on all fours. Her breasts hung out. Uncle was positioned behind her. They were rocking. Uncle was grunting and he could see the hips thrusting hard by the shafts of light that illuminated parts of the room. He looked for her breasts. 

Sometimes they swung freely. At other times uncle seemed to lean forward and grasp them. That was when his aunt made mewling sounds of pleasure. 

Nalini for her part, fully concentrated on fucking the professor. She was thrilled that while he was not as thick as the student, the pleasure she felt was no different in substance. He touched her in all the right places and her clit was throbbing with pleasure.

Minutes ago, her orgasms were from deep in her womb. Now they were from the walls of her cunt. She spent quickly once. Then she thrust back in a calculated fashion to make him cum. She knew his cock well from her experimentations of the recent past; not so much from the years of experience. Twenty years of the same thing was not the same as twenty different things in a year, in that sense.

She aggressively ran her cunt over the most sensitive parts of the head. The professor had been used over the years only to banging on till he came. In the last few days or weeks, his wife had made him come in many different ways. Today was one more chapter in that rapid evolution.

He gagged and his head flailed as he felt the impossible climb in pleasure. He wanted to stop her. He grabbed her rampaging ass, digging his nails in. he was not able to do exactly what he wanted. Events were more dictated by how his cock responded to that woman's humping.

He thrashed about as he came. He slipped out in the process. She turned and opened her legs wide. The professor grabbed his cock and sank it back into his wife's gaping cunt with a sense of urgency. He felt comforted back to sanity as the wet pussy gobbled his spewing cock.

Nalini felt she had not got that right. Twice, the student before and her husband now, had escaped at the moment of most intense need. She need some practice on fucking back without losing the man. She pummeled his buttocks with her heels making him empty in her fully.

Just outside her door, Pappu stroked his cock as he watched the wanton display of lust by his aunt and uncle. The groans, the moans, the man pleading to his wife to take him back into her cunt -- nothing escaped his attention. He also felt that his aunt's breasts deserved more attention than uncle had given.

His aunt had said she was going to take care of uncle. This is not what he had let her go for. His face burned, he knew not why. And then she was with him for way too long.

He waited, stroking himself gently, watching the man and woman, his aunt and uncle rearrange themselves.

They kissed. She patted his cock. He squeezed her breast affectionately. It seemed to go on and on. And aunt had said she would be back!

When she settled into bed next to her husband he was most disappointed. Perhaps she was waiting for him to fall asleep. Even when the professor started snoring he could not see his aunt move. He grew sullen and angry.

She was in deep, tired sleep but instinctively knew it was her nephew Pappu when hands crept around and grabbed her breasts. One from above and the other below her body which she kind of helped by lifting herself ever so slightly. She was facing the professor in bed. He was on his back, snoring from the exhaustion caused by his wife's nocturnal antics.

What was he doing here! This was dangerous.

"Get out," she hissed at him. The boy kneaded her breasts vigorously. Uncle had left this work undone. He tugged at those nipples. He had not yet fed on them enough. He kissed her neck. He had not tasted her lips.

"You said you would come," he whispered into her ear.

"I said mausa would be waiting," she corrected him.

"I saw for what," he said.

Her body went taut. The boy had seen her be a bitch! He should not have. She had nurtured and tended to him in his growing years. he was around the age of her own son. They had grown up together, these boys. He could not possibly seen her on all fours. Like that!

"Liar," she said.

"Who was a bitch?" he taunted her. His one hand left her breast and he slipped it between her legs from behind. She shifted without realizing what she was doing and his hand found purchase between her strong thighs.

She clamped down the hand not allowing it any movement.

"Mind your language! Go from here, I will come," she insisted.

He pressed down. "You wont!" he said, unreasonably. 

He pinched her thigh with his hand. She had to shift. He slipped it deep between her legs, fighting for space.

"You were busy doing him doggy-style," he whispered.

She was shocked. A term she did not know till the other day and this boy was using it freely!

He lifted her upper leg and positioned himself between her legs from behind. She felt him prod with his proud, erect, young cock.

"Not here!" she said in panic.

He angled his cock with his hand and positioned it further up, near her rear. "Then here?" he taunted.

"No!" she screamed low.

He now hoisted up her upper leg, feeling lesser resistance. Raising himself on his elbow, his cock searched for her cunt. She reached behind and tried to push him back.

"I will scream and wake him," he said.

She slumped. He regained physical control of her. Now she decided that whatever was happening must end quick. She reached below and between and guided his cock to its target.

He raised himself some more and pounded down on her. She raised her upper leg almost vertical to the ground, giving him as much wide an opening he needed. 

From a diagonal angle propped up he pounded into his aunt like a sledgehammer. 

She shuddered from the vigor of the assault. Her cunt was soppy wet from her husband's discharge and yet this young cock made its presence felt. The boy wanted her so bad he had given no thought to what made his aunt squelchy.

He gripped her breasts best as he could and hammered her into the bed. The bed creaked and squeaked under the strain of the vigorous fucking. Nalini worried about the professor waking, he being right next to them.

When Pappu put his hands to work where he conjoined with his aunt, she sobbed out in orgasm. She grabbed at whatever was at hand, and stuffed her mouth with a pillow in order to not wake up her husband with her sexual noises.

She gripped things hard and suddenly found her hand in her husbands. In his sleep, he clasped her hand. She did not want to pull back. She let him grip her and in fact held on to him for dear life as the young man who had mounted her from behind showed no mercy. 

She begged him to finish. She was enjoying this so much but she worried more about the professor.

He was initially angry with her for fucking her husband instead of her coming back to him. The pounding was like a revenge fuck. But no sooner than his orgasm climbed he softened.

"Mausi," he called out to her. It was pleading and child-like, asking for assistance.

She turned and looked back. "What?" she asked.

"I ... uh ... uh ... " he stammered.

She reached behind and pulled him by his buttocks into her. She thrust back. She understood him to be struggling to finish. She fucked him back hard and quick. IT was only she who came again. He -- he could not.




Talk and Action Ch. 07



His body was wracked with sobs at an immediate sense of failure. 

"I want to love you," he wept.

Nalini pushed the boy off. He was being too noisy and loud. 

She sat him on the edge of the bed. She slid to the floor. Her mouth quickly covered his juice-coated cock. 

"Mausi," he wailed, caressing her head between his legs. Her fist caught his cock in a grip and expertly she masturbated the boy. As he wailed she shoved his cock into the mouth that came right after, sucking in his head.

"Ah, ah, ah!" he cried as she showed no mercy to his cock.

"Mmm! Mmm!" she coaxed him through the full mouth of cock. "finish!" she demanded.

"Inside your mouth?" he asked incredulously.

She nodded, her cheeks swollen with his cock. 

Reaching up she raked his chest with the nails on one hand. The other hand pumped the cock. Her lips did their magical work.

Pappu filled the mouth of his aunt with shooting jets of cum as he lost control.

He fucked her mouth as if it was a cunt with no thought or regard for his aunt. She tried to avoid taking in the release but some of it was inevitable. Once she managed to extricate the cock from her mouth, she held it in her fist, intermittently kissing the spewing head. As she fisted him he shot over her face and head.

He hunched over her head, giving himself over to the waves of pleasure and surrendering to his aunt. As the waves subsided she felt his body wracked by sobs.

She put her arms around his torso and rocked him.

"Nothing, it is nothing," she soothed him. 

"Mausi loves you, will do anything for you," she cooed.

He nodded.

"Go," she said after several minutes of aunt-nephew bonding thus.

She fell back on her bed, exhausted and her mind in a whir over the turn of events. She would never be able to face her sister if she ever found out. She turned warily to look at her husband. He seemed fast asleep as before, the snoring rhythm unchanged.

She did not know when she fell asleep. But she awoke to him stroking her breasts and thighs. That black nightgown had that effect.

He mounted her and fucked her silently. Her pussy was raw from the punishing fucking she had taken from her nephew. She felt him release into her, her cunt full with a mix of semen from her husband and her nephew. Before he had finished spewing and rolled off, Nalini fell back into sleep.

And so Nalini she finished her narrative to Sunil.

"What do I do next?" she asked.

"Nothing. Do nothing. You need no more men," he said. "I am reaching in a few days. My tickets are booked. Wait for me."

The gloves were off for Sunil. He was going to get her and take her in the way the master does. Or so he thought.



Talk and Action Ch. 08



"No more men, hmm?" asked Nalini. She seemed breathless and slightly disheveled to Sunil. She was peering into the computer screen. As usual, she was leaning forward and her breasts were hanging loose inside the nightdress. 

Sunil involuntarily licked his lips and the gesture was not lost on Nalini, now ever more perceptive than she had ever been in her life. She quickly adjusted her dress to conceal her breasts as best as she could.

"Hey! No fair!" complained Sunil. "Show me," he said. He figured there was no way he was going to make any progress with this woman without being brazen.

"What!" exclaimed in feigned shock.

"Oh come on," urged Sunil. "You can be more open. After all, it is just a week or so for us to meet. Are you going to be this coy?"

"Oh, hello!" she replied. "We will meet in a public place," she said with a definitive nod to indicate finality.

"Why?" asked Sunil.

"Because otherwise you will say no men!" she said laughing impishly.

"Why are you huffing and puffing?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said. But then suddenly, she felt the need to rush to the bathroom and wash up - juices, some hers and some the professor's. She needed cleaning up.

She was huffing and puffing because she had rushed to catch Sunil. A few minutes more and she would have missed Sunil, as he would have logged off. For several weeks now they had a set time at which they met each other. And both of them made sure they caught each other. The motivations were different. But she was also huffing and puffing because of where she was coming from.

Sunil liked the seductive, suggestive and explicit events that happened online between the two of them. Nalini liked the exploratory woman that her childhood friend had unleashed. And she was enjoying the sexual woman who stood unleashed. More particularly, she was enjoying the never-before levels of sexual enjoyment with her professor husband. And yet, when she met with Sunil, she felt innocent and naïve. She had truly been that way when they first connected. But now the cloak of naivety had rapidly evaporated in the heat of her unleashed sexuality.

In conversations nothing was forthcoming from her to Sunil. But her camera remained on while she taught the young men once to eat her out, then again to take her from behind and a third occasion to fuck her breasts; that last, just to figure out what it did for the guy and what it did for her.

She found it did lots - for the guy certainly and for her too. She found her sexuality unleashed. The erstwhile infrequent sex no longer did it for her. Nor did the one missionary style suffice. And of late, nor did the single partner do.

She was grateful to Sunil for unleashing so much of her own latent sexuality. Initially, the intention was to savor all this with him. But events had overtaken her. And as Sunil took note of that he tried to re-establish control over his 'discovery' - the "new" Nalini.

And so, the "no man" dictum that Sunil was trying to enforce.

"Sorry, I am late in logging," she said, covering the view of her breasts with a light chiffon veil, the dupatta. "He caught me," she explained.

His eyes flickered in recognition of what she meant. And he had said "no man"; and she had promised him that she would keep herself for him.

"You promised..." he began to register his protest.

"You promised," she cut him off. "You promised that you would not interfere between what happens between professor and me."

He had. In fact, that had been part of his voyeuristic plan. To get into her bedroom and get her to describe everything sexual. Now that his plan had far exceeded his wildest hopes, he had started to feel possessive about Nalini.

"So what happened?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know all that?" she protested.

"That is also part of the deal," he reminded her. That was true. She had promised to tell him every detail.

"I was in the kitchen," she explained. "I was clearing up the kitchen and he came up to me."

She had been shy. He came up from behind and hugged her, his hands claiming her breasts. She struggled to get away. The professor squeezed the breasts, marveling that one of those globes would not fit in one of his hands. He lifted them, rotated them and pressed them. 

"Mmmm!" she had murmured. But this, she did not tell Sunil. Nor did she tell him that she pushed back against the professor, finding his erection with her ass. She ground her perfect, round bottom on his cock.

"I asked him if that did he not have to get back to college," she told Sunil, swaying gently. As she swayed her dupatta fell, unveiling her swinging breasts. As she looked into the screen suggestively, the heavy orbs swung. Sunil's eyes riveted on them. He imagined the professor's hands on them. He imagined his own hands on them. 

"Then?" asked Sunil.

"Then he did something he had never done before," she said, smiling demurely. "With one of this hands he reached lower and he stroked the entire area of my pussy with his palm." She omitted to tell him that she had reached back and found the outline of the professor's cock.

"I do have to go," the professor had said. Through the fabric of his pants she managed to locate the head of his cock and her thumb and fingers squeezed on it. He managed to slide his forefinger easily into his wife's pussy as she lowered herself, widening the opening to his hands.

They stimulated each other and quivered in lust. "We have never done this before," she sighed achingly to the professor.

He had whispered into her ear, "No, never!"

What she did mention to Sunil was that they went to the bedroom. She did not tell him that the route to the bedroom was marked by her unraveled saree, her blouse, her bra, her panties and panting they fell on the bed.

He mounted her in a hurry. The professor entered in one swift stroke. He pounded into her establishing quickly the rhythm man and wife were used to.

"Did it last the usual twenty minutes?" asked Sunil, at once excited and jealous.

"No," she replied shyly. "He was more intense and adventurous than usual."

Fresh juices welled up within her and her cunt flowed freely once again, worsening the need to cleanup. But Sunil was not letting her go.

Her mind went back to the unusual behavior the professor had exhibited that day. After thumping into her, he pulled back. Leaving her gasping he withdrew fully. He hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder to give him more access and hammered his wife's now-gaping cunt. 

Nalini whimpered under the assault and felt her pussy turn to a pulsating, vibrating jelly. Just when she had thought she could take no more, the professor left her again. This time the vacantness was unbearable.

She screamed low in her throat when the professor returned to her cunt - not with his cock but with his tongue. He lapped at her furiously, his face quickly messing up with the aromatic flavors of her pussy.

His cock though missed her throbbing cunt and just when Nalini was feeling the onset of one more orgasm he left her, babbling like a mad woman. The professor dried himself with one end of her saree and entered her again roughly. He pounded her. The cock was on a rampage. Then the tongue. Cock. Tongue. Cock. She exploded in a huge orgasm, once with the tongue and then man and wife came together, drenching, collapsing in a quivering heap.

She had smiled lovingly at her husband the professor. She kissed him tenderly. He had become an expert. "What, professor sahib?" she said cooingly. " Becoming an expert in your old age?"

She did not tell Sunil any of this. 

But they were in some subliminal manner, connected. Her eyes, even across space and spanning the digital world, told him that there was much she was not telling him.

He closed his eyes. He imagined Nalini, his Nalini. Not the Nalini the professor had married. Not the Nalini he had found a few weeks. 'This' Nalini, his Nalini. Voluptuous and yet divine. Impish and yet innocent. Mischievous, yet naïve. 

She was his. His discovery. Her entire new persona was to his credit.

He closed his eyes and wondered how he might have been adventurous. Images flashed of her breast-fucking the professor. Of her head bobbing between his legs. Of her on all fours and the professor mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. Or perhaps she had been on top. Something.

Each of these visions he conjured up had a different reaction on him. Some made his cock harder. At others he felt deeply emotional and his erection seemed to wilt. He felt the need to revert to a physical release. It had comforted him in the past, it would comfort him today.

When he thought of her doing things to him he felt deprived. She was his; she ought not to do anything for the professor. If he did things, and she reacted like it was a chore, it affected him less. But if she did things to him he could not take it.

He felt tears welling up at the thought of her reaching out for anyone else than himself. She was his!

He quickly turned to a mental image of the professor sucking Nalini between legs and felt better. She could not help anything he did to her. 

He felt his cock bulge in his hand and stroked himself. Slow, savoring the pleasure. Faster, as if he was fucking Nalini. Faster still, to bring it all to a happy culmination in which he poured into her, not one spurt wasted in his hands, in his garment. All into her.

He came in torrents at the precise moment he imagined her lower her breasts into his face as she fucked him down hard - a desire mimicked by his fist.

Sunil sobbed out her name as he came in a great thrashing of his body. "Nalini! Nalini! Nalini!" he sobbed out. His cock released huge gobs of cum and overflowed from his hands and soaked his clothes.

Almost immediately his cock wilted and shrank back. Sunil was wracked by sobs as he felt anguish and deep pain at losing the woman he had cultivated. He had not lost her to any one or a competing suitor. He had lost her to the woman's own unleashed sexuality.

He sprawled back in release of sexual tension and his own unexpected emotions when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen. He was startled. Hurriedly, he gathered himself. She asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"

It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end. 

She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?



Talk and Action Ch. 09



He was startled and gathered himself when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen and asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"

It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end. 

She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?

"Stay here," she said and vanished. 

Sunil stared at the empty screen, fixed on the static view of the empty bed. He had a hard - on. He pulled it out with a sense of urgency. He stroked himself hoping that he could finish cumming before she returned. His body ached with his erection and desire. His mind burned with the idea that right there in that bed he could see, Nalini had been imaginatively fucked by her husband and she was not telling exactly how.

Meanwhile, after washing up, Nalini prepared to return to her friend. Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, her mobile phone rang. It was an unknown number, not saved on her phone. She picked it up.

It was a female voice. 

"Ma'am," said the young sounding voice. "I am speaking from the maths department at the University."

"Yes, tell me," replied the professor's wife. She helped her large breasts into the cups of her bra. They never fit her correctly. She had tried various brands and stores. It was the size of her mounds and the location of her nipples. She had given up after several tries. Finally, she settled for a type that showed off the upper slopes of her sumptuous breasts. 

Her tailor helped make blouses which allowed her to switch between playing modest and voluptuous with ease. She slipped on one of those now. Today she was in 'voluptous' mode. She plumped up her breasts, pushing them upward and together. The deep cleavage made her look like a bouquet on offer.

She had asked the professor to send one of the students to "help" her. She was hoping it was the submissive one. He was suave and genteel. He was also very respectful of her. And it allowed her to do things with him - he simply obeyed her, taking his own pleasure as it came.

She liked the other guy, too. The wrestler type was just a rough fuck - but his thickness was a novelty in itself.

"Sir said you needed help at home," said the voice at the other end. Nalini had expected male help. That would have meant her first choice, the submissive, genteel, pleasurable student; or the second student who had aggressively intruded her privacy - the wrester student. She had plans for either and she did not intend to share those with Sunil. 

"'No man," Sunil had said. That was easy for him to say, but her hunger and her on-simmer cunt had her hankering for more and more sex. The afternoon with professor was a bonus. (Though she now had work to complete in clearing up her kitchen as he had interrupted her in her chores.)

"Yes," she said, wrapping the saree, phone tucked under one ear. She admired her own body for the manner in which she seemed wrapped like a sexy gift. Turning her head around she caught sight of her own sumptuous ass in the saree. It was this rounded gift which the professor had caught sight of in the kitchen. And taken her in a manner that surprised her. Twenty five years after marriage and they were opening new frontiers.

Nalini turned around. The chiffon concealed the breasts optimally - not entirely. She could see through and spot her elegantly wrapped breasts. If anyone wanted to ogle her, he could. She knew her body so well that she knew where to look for her own nipples. 

She hugged herself and squeezed herself and felt a frisson of pleasure. She was in love with how she looked and felt, for the first time in her life. She had always been made to feel like an ugly duckling by her own family. 

But now she knew, felt, that she was sexy and bewitching. Her conquest with the boys, with her friend of childhood years and the new found sexual activity of her own husband - the wooly headed professor - told her emphatically that, yes! she had all the oomph a woman needed

And she was a on a roll with that.

With the final wrap she stood at a profile angle and looked in the mirror. Her ass curving out and her breasts thrusting out in front, she realized her cousins and aunts who criticized her looks could not have been more wrong. She was, in one word, sexy. She smiled at herself, biting her own lower lip and smiling. Sunil was waiting for her.

"Ma'am?" said the voice in her ear.

"Yes? Oh, yes," she snapped back to reality. "The professor sent you for some work." She thought of the filing of financial papers in which the professor took absolutely no interest. "When are you coming?" she asked. "Now?"

She thought about it a bit. One of the boys was welcome any time. This girl? What was she going to do with a girl? But she could not now refuse the help without having to answer questions from her husband. "Ok," she said to the student waiting at the end of the line.

Meanwhile, she did have Sunil waiting. While her pussy was purring for more, she had no choices to act on. It was a bad draw today, unless one of the other boys stopped by unannounced as that wrestler-boy had. 

She marveled at her new levels of need. Within an hour or so of some wild fucking and tonguing she felt she needed more. But if the student was a girl, there was very little to be had. This was most unexpected. She decided to give the student a quick run down of her requirements and let her go that day and get back to Sunil.

But nothing prepared her for how Sheela looked. Nothing prepared her for the lurch she felt in her heart and tingle in her pussy at the sight of a sexy youg woman. For that is what the female student, Sheela, turned out to be.

The young twenty year old was petite. The t-shirt she wore was tight and while the breasts were smaller than Nalini's they had the full hardness that only youth could boast. The breasts were clearly outlined and the t-shirt neckline plunged to reveal slopes of her pert, full tits and the vale in between. Proportionally, she was just a smaller version of Nalini.

If Nalini was buxom and large in the chest, this girl was filled out given her size and height. Nalini found her sexy. Is this what her husband dealt with in the university on a daily basis? She wanted to touch her, feel her. And she wanted to show this girl how to suck on her. Nalini felt a wanton, strangely maternal lust towards this young student.

Nalini tried to keep her mind on the straight and narrow, reminding herself that the student was perhaps her own daughter's age. But when Nalini showed her some papers and Sheela leaned forward those hard pointy breasts pressed against Nalini's arm. It made her lose focus on the work and she looked sideward at the girl's breasts. She could feel her breath. 

Just as Nalini wondered if she was imagining the student's innocent behavior to be deliberate, the girl leaned heavier on Nalini and the crotch of her jeans lodged on Nalini's hips.

It could be that she was naïve as Nalini herself. Or she was being mischevious- as Sunil?

"You are good at this," she said looking up at Sheela. Her eyes took in the girl's face. She was a nice, chocolatey brown. Clearly the girl knew how to select her colors carefully, whether in dress or cosmetics. Her darker skin seemed like an advantage. The complexion was smooth, creamy. She felt her throat catch at the thought of silky, liquid chocolate smoothly sliding down her gullet.

"I think I have a particularly difficult set that I have never been able to crack, which perhaps you can," she pushed Sheela away and stood up.

Standing to her full height and swaying naturally to the new found sexual rhythm of her body, Nalini led Sheela to the bedroom, where the computer was on with Sunil at the other end. Before Sheela could notice anything, Nalini went to the computer and minimized the screen so that while Sunil could see her, her own screen did not show him up.

When she was close to the computer monitor Sunil could see her navel. He noticed the sensuous manner in which Nalini had tucked the saree under, revealing the curve of her tummy and navel itself. When Nalini turned to face the student, Sunil was treated to the view of Nalini's sumptuous ass. 

That ass had been the focus of Sheela's eyes. They just focused naturally on the beautiful woman in front of her. Sheela admired the professor. The man was pure brain and obsessed with his work. He fumbled over everything and needed lots of help. And something in that helplessness attracted her to the senior man. 

And now his sexy wife. She was beautiful. She liked how voluptuous and sensuous the woman in front of her was. She wanted to be like Nalini. She wanted to be this overtly sexual and luscious. 

"Here," said Nalini, handing her a cover of disorganized papers. 

As Sheela took the papers she looked into the bag. The younger girl was shorter by a head. Her head was near Nalini's breast as she looked down into the cover. The aroma of the young girl filled Nalini's nostrils and she felt drunk and heady. Her already bubbly pussy was aching for attention and the focus of her attention was the girl in front of her.

She just knew that she wanted to make love to her. And she instinctively knew how, even if she had never been with a woman before. Sunil had taught her that her cunt could be pleasured by a tongue. And he had not told her that it could only be a man's tongue. In fact, she KNEW it could be any tongue. But she was unsure about making the student do this. 

Nalini found herself thinking differently about the girl's virginity than she had about the guys. When she thought about the boys, their virginity was a hard turn-on for her. When she thought of this girl, she felt a maternal caring.

"Come and sit down," said Nalini to her, gently, softly. She took the younger woman's small hand in her own and led her to the bed.

"Where are you from and since when are you with the professor?" she asked, gently clearing Sheela's face of the flowing locks. Sheela felt herself tingle at the touch of this beautiful woman. Her eyes dropped to Nalini's large breasts and she was perplexed when she felt the need to touch, feel and may be bury her face in those mammaries.

Sheela's real attraction was to the professor. Quite the confused man, lost in his own world, he had a rakish charm. And somewhere the imp in her thought there was a man in those rumpled clothes she would like to let out and loose. Her boyfriends and other friends did not see the power of the man's intellectual prowess. She found his command over math attractive. And his seeming innocence and naviete at all things sexual, seductive. He seemed immune to any suggestion or temptation. 

And now this ravishing creature, the man's wife. Sheela had noticed every aspect of the older woman. Her large rolling ass must be inviting to every male, considering that she herself felt she could take a large bite of it. And those beautifully wrapped breasts. She was torn between her jealousy of this woman and the idea that her husband was probably not paying Nalini that much attention.

Sheela had heard of lesbian love. But her journey through the jungle of male sexual attraction had itself proved confusing if not bruising. She found the boys in her age group awkward and inexperienced. And she felt instant lust at the sight of the professor. But nothing prepared her for the warm hunger she felt on seeing 'madam', the professor's wife.

Perhaps, it was Nalini who was less clear between the two about lesbian love. All that Sheela knew was that her boyfriend was hopelessly inept. The lack of experience and the over-eagerness for sex - raw sex - left her cold. The professor's wife seemed so warm...

They talked of her arrival at the Unviersity and other minor facts even as Nalini left no opportunity to touch the girl. Sometimes her hand was on the shoulder, at other times on her knee. 

Finally, hot and flushed, Nalini felt the need to push ahead with her prey. "You are so beautiful," she said softly, hands going on the young woman's back. She did not pull her close. But the other woman could not pull away, either.

"You must have many guys chasing you!" she said teasingly.

"They are all boring!" said Sheela, her eyes wandering to Nalini's bosom.

"Why?" asked Nalini. She gently applied force so that the younger girl's face was now closer to hers than ever before. Once again the aromas of the woman filled her nostrils. Was it some delicate perfume? Was it the natural smell of the girl? Whichever, it was intoxicating to her.

"They are so rough. Crude. Hurried," whispered the younger woman into the older woman's lips. She moved faster than the hand at her back. In contrast to the words 'rough', 'crude', 'hurried' Sheela moved gently, brought her face to caress Nalini's softly and said nothing more.

Nalini's hand moved from the back to the side and she felt the woman's breast. She paused to see if her move was welcome. 

"Oh, Madam!" shivered the young girl. Her hand claimed Nalini's breast quickly, aggressively. The young woman squeezed hard, betraying that youth in itself is hurried, whether male or female. Sheela in fact, admired the large breasts and wanted to touch them, feel them, own them.

If the professor's wife had not provided her the opening, she felt she would have gone mad with desire for the woman. Now that the older woman had touched her first, she wanted to leave her in no doubt, lest Nalini draw back, leaving her hungry, thirsty and bereft.

She mimicked Nalini's actions on her breast, only quicker, to make sure the other woman got the signal. They gently rubbed their faces together cheek on cheek, cheek on forehead, lips on skin... till finally the lips grazed.

Nalini parted her lips to offer Sheela a wet kiss. Sheela gratefully took it. They kissed. For both of them, the first lesbian kiss was a revelation. Soft, voluptuous, searching and as exciting as their first kiss ever. The kiss of a woman just seemed more meaningful.

Tongues searched each other out, snaking, dueling and soon both women were panting in desire. Nalini's pussy was aflame and she wanted to undo her saree and bare herself to the younger woman. 'I will teach her to suck me to orgasm if I have to,' she thought to herself.

But the younger woman had her own ideas. Her kisses changed to small stabs and pecks all over Nalini's face and she continued to kiss down the neck and into the valley of Nalini's deep cleavage. She kissed every spot on Nalini's breast till she found exactly where the nipple was. Then, as if searching out a gem embedded in a rock, her fingers searched and she tried to trap it between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand desperately searched for the hooks of the blouse. Her mouth wetted the blouse enough to make the nipple show up as much as it would.

Nalini threw her head back in pleasure. Her own hands were under the girl's tee shirt. Deftly she undid the bra. Her other hand roamed the front of the girl's chest as best as she could in that position. She was gentle, tender yet demanding of the young girl. She wanted pleasure and fully intended to give it. But without scaring the kid.

Sheela, on the other hand, bit at Nalini's nipple in desperation. Nalini threw off the pallu of her saree and opened her chest to the young woman. "You seem to know what you want," she panted.

The girl brought her face to Nalini's face and said, eyes glistening, "Who would not want these beautiful breasts! Sir is one lucky guy madam!"

Hands trembling, fingers shaking, Sheela undid the hooks of the older woman's blouse. The excitmenet she felt far exceeded anything she ever felt with a guy. This was a warm, full-blooded woman. Look at how she stroked her! Look at how gently her hands worked her body and drew gasps from her. She was loving, delicate and exotic. 

The flaps of Nalini's blouse hung loose now and the next obstacle was the bra which was hooked at the back. In frustration and haste, she pulled the offending garment over the breast, her own need taking precendence over Nalini's discomfort. Nalini's large breast was squeezed out the bottom, the flesh cut by the elastic of the bra. 

"Wait, wait!" cried out Nalini as Sheela bit down on the nipple poking out.

Nalini pushed her away and reached behind to undo the bra. Sheela got onto her knees on the bed and peeled off her tee while Nalini peeled off her blouse and pulled off the bra. Both women were topless. Sheela leaned and slapped her taut breasts against Nalini's cushiony breasts. They smiled happily as they looked down and pressed the flesh together. Sheela took care to bring her pert nipple against Nalini's large grape-nipple.

And when she bent to suck her breast, Nalini wrapped her saree around the younger woman, holding her in a warm embrace. Sheela sucked in as much of the breast as her mouth would take and then used her tongue to tease and toggle the nipple.

With her other hand she held and squeezed the body of the breast as if willing Nalini to feed her. Nalini rocked back and forth. She held the young girl tenderly to her breasts. She felt beautiful, as Sheela sucked gently, if hungrily. She felt as if milk had flowed from her. She would have to ask the girl if she had felt anything. 

But she did not need to. Sheela squealed in delight and moaned in pleasure as she felt something flow. She was not sure what it was but she was delighted that she had caused something to flow in the woman she so suddenly and so intensely desired.

Sunil watched the live lesbian action on his computer and his cock was once again at its fullest. He wanted to be there. He wanted to be there for the moment when - surely! - both women would need a male for pleasure?

He masturbated and drank in the unfolding scene.

Nalini rocked her body back and forth as Sheela's lips sucked her and set her body on fire. Unseen by Sunil, she slipped her hand down Sheela's body and went past the band of her jeans. She reached the coarse pubic hair but was deined further access. She rubbed and ground her hand against the crotch searchingly, wanting to find Sheela's pussy.

Finally she pushed the younger woman back on the bed. She hovered over her. Her face was radiant. Her left breast was reddened with Sheela's ministrations. Her breasts hung over the student. The student grabbed the objects of her fascination and milked her like she might have milked a cow.

"You know," said the student huskily, "it is not only the professor who is lucky. You are lucky too, to have the professor."

Nalini arched her eyebrow at the girl's confession. "Oh, so you want him, is it?" 

She lay on the girl, face to face and enjoyed her breasts and body feeling the firm, taut woman's body beneath. "How many of you girls have a crush on him?" she asked.

"Most of us," replied Sheela, thrusting her hips upward and grinding her crotch against Nalini's thigh.

"You want him here?" asked Nalini. She shocked the younger woman by slapping her crotch hard and asking, "In your cunt?"

The student was suddenly scared. She felt she might have said something wrong. She just started back into Nalini's glowering eyes where the maternal gentleness seemed replaced by an aggressive wife.

"Let us see how long you feel the need for a cock," exclaimed Nalini. She shimmied down to Sheela's crotch. 

"What are you doing?" exclaimed the girl.

Nalini buried her face in the crotch and nuzzled her. The girl gasped and thrust up at the face involuntarily. Her breasts felt the need for touch and she grabbed her own breasts, pinching her nipples.

Then Nalini drew back and unhooked the button of the jeans. She allowed her palm to grind into the girl's crotch. The girl shuddered. "What are you doing?" she asked.




Talk and Action Ch. 09



"I am going to show you how we so 'don't need' men for our pleasure," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. Nalini grabbed the band of the jeans and the elastic of her panties and pulled down. The student helpfully raised her hips. She peeled the jeans back as far as it would go. She then stared at the patch of hair between the girl's legs. She had never seen a pussy other than her own before. But she instinctively knew what to feel, find and pleasure in there. That was the beauty of loving another woman. She knew exactly what needed to be done.

She moved to the legs of the jeans and methodically pulled down the tight garment till she had it off and the girl's body was bare. Then she kissed Sheela's ankle and dragged a wet lip all the way up the inside of her thigh. She paused at the girl's pussy and looked up. Their eyes met, for Sheela was looking down in anticipation and with bated breath. She could feel her pussy quivering for attention but she had no clue on what was coming next.

Nalini moved up the girl's body, kissing her on her tummy and reached up to her breasts. Those taut, hard breasts deserved special attention and they got some. Nalini returned the favor by sucking on the breasts. She found it odd that there was no particular difference to her in sucking the professor's nipples. But Sheela had seemed to milk her.

And then she brought her face up to Sheela's and said, "Did anyone do this to you?" she reached the student's crotch and caressed it gently with the fingers of her hand. The girl nodded dumbly - yes. The boys had. Then she carefully parted the student's pussy-lips and dipped her finger in to find her moistness. Nalini slowly slid her finger in and out. "And this?" she asked, in a slow finger fuck. Again a 'yes'.

"And like this?" asked Nalini still louder, two fingers in now, fucking hard.

"Yes, yes, yes!" sobbed the student.

Now she moved down the thrashing body, her fingers still mercilessly fucking the girl.

"And how about this?" she asked, looking up at Sheela staring down at her. Nalini's piercing gaze seemed to threaten her with pleasure. Eyes locked till the last moment when contact became impossible, Nalini disappeared between Sheela's legs. 

The young woman was shocked and made as if to push Nalini away but she was having none of it. Palm facing upward, fingers curved up inside Sheela she broadened her tongue and slowly lapped at the gaping cunt.

Once, twice, thrice till Sheela thrilled at the action of tongue on pussy. 

"This?" demanded Nalini in answer.

Sheela shook her head frantically to indicate 'no' and now pressed Nalini's head to go back to its action. "Madam, please," she begged her to continue.

Nalini obliging lapped at the young pussy. Sheela bucked and moved her hips as if to fuck the older, more experienced woman. 

"Does your pleasure need a man?" asked Nalini forcefully. Her face slick with juices and saliva was at Sheela's face. The student's face was contorted in pleasure as Nalini continued to fuck her with fingers. Sheela wanted that tongue too.

"No I don't," she confessed. "But I need this," she insisted, pushing Nalini's head down towards her aching cunt.

Nalini sucked on the cunt. She alternated between sucking and licking driving the girl crazy. Sheela fucked the head between her legs with a vigor and Sunil, watching could well imagine how it would be to have her fuck his cock like that. 

Her ass thumped the bed and she thrashed. Nalini held the poor girl down with one hand on the belly and the other hand continuing to finger-fuck. Her tongue mercilessly squeezed out an orgasm from the helpless girl.

She groaned loudly and spent in copious quantities as her body shook in release. Mindful of 'madam' between her legs, she tried to move away, embarrassed by her own cumming. But lovingly and gently, Nalini let her feel at ease and showed her that every drop of what was flowing belonged to her. She kissed, nuzzled, sucked and tongued the young woman till she held herself open and let go of it all.

Nalini lapped it all up as best as she could. She used her face in its entirety to pleasure the girl, putting nose, chin, tongue and mouth to good use. She sipped at what she could and let go what she could not take. The sheets below grew a pool of wetness and she took note to change it before the professor returned.

When the young woman was drained and Nalini's face bore all the marks of her release, Nalini rose. She held her close, hands romaing her breasts and torso. She smeared Sheela's juices on her own body and breasts. And when she came face to face with her, Sheela smelt her own fragrant juices. Nalini gently rubbed her face against her face, kissing and murmuring sweet nothings to her.

"Did you enjoy that, love?" she asked, her own crotch rubbing against Sheela's thigh. At first she was gentle and then her own needs caused her to rub her crotch more vigorously aginst the girl's thigh. Then the older woman arose. Her breasts dangled invitingly in front of the student.

Straddling the girl, she shuffled up to bring her cunt to Sheela's face.

"My turn now," she said, placing her cunt carefully on Sheela's face and facing Sunil on the computer. Her breasts swung as she fucked down on the helpless girl's face. 

Sheela's hands grasped Nalini's round ass and she eagerly ate at the open, flowing cunt. Nalini's juices poured and she rode the woman's mouth, taking her pleasure. Sunil saw her reach for her own breasts, pinching and mauling her nipples seeking her own pleasure. Sunil wanted to reach out and grip those breasts for her.

Nalini spent on the girl's face, drenching her in her juices. She laughed and gasped and moaned her pleasure. She used the mouth, nose and chin of the girl to take her pleasure. Gasping for breath Sheela managed to suck, tongue, drink some and let go some. "So much!" she exclaimed.

"And you thought only men released like that?" laughed Nalini, bringing her face close to the others. "How much did you think you came?" she asked laughingly. Sheela realized that the stains and juices on Nalini's face were all marks of her. And she felt the viscous wetness on her own face and realized she bore the other woman's marks.

"Yes, but the fullness of a cock is unbeatable," said the girl with a blush.

"Wait here," said Nalini and went to the kitchen, returning with a curved, thick cucumber. Nalini knelt between her legs and mouthed the cucumber, suggestively sliding it in and out of her mouth. She allowed her saliva to coat the thick trunk.

She gently spread the young woman's legs and nosed open the cunt with the head of the cucumber. Sheela gasped. 

"Nothing that he has is really needed," lied Nalini, herself thinking of the warmth of a cock, its pulsating warmth that flooded into her womb eventually. But right now she needed to enslave this bewitchingly beautiful girl. 

She pushed the head within the waiting lips and rotated the head, flexing and stretching the pussy walls, as if preparing them to receive what was to come.

Then, with the fingers of one hand she held apart as much of Sheela's pussy as she could and pushed the cucumber in... gently and in stages, not wanting to hurt sweet, sweet Sheela.

But for Sheela, the impossible stretch only signaled that yes, madam was a good teacher and knew her needs better than she herself knew. Sheela needed what was coming. She thrust herself almost involuntarily, and gasped as she hurt and pleasured herself with her own forcefulness.

"Gently, dear," murmured Nalini, kissing the lower tummy and bringing her lips to where the cucumber was, now slick with her juices. She tasted the sweet juices of the girl and found herself wanting to taste her more fully. She fucked her with the cucumber, sucking and licking the pussy and imagining the cucumber to be a cock. Suddenly, she felt her own desire rising at the thought that the cucumber could well be a hot pillar of real, live flesh.

May be the professor? But he was too much of a conservative to join her in a ménage-a-trois. Perhaps Sunil? She looked towards the computer and with her eyes and demeanour suggested to her invisible and remote lover that the cucumber could have been his cock.

As the pussy beneath her yielded, she found the cucumber going smoother and faster; the girl taking her pleasure in bolder thrusts; her legs flailing, thighs quivering as she gasped out, "Madam, madam, madam!" clutching at whatever of Nalini she could find. 

Her hands were on the back of Nalini's head urging her to focus on the pleasure points. She grabbed her arm. She tried to go beneath to find her breast. She wanted to give her some pleasure in exchange for the beautiful, wondrous orgasm roiling her body.  

She felt she had never been touched or loved before. She felt all her dalliances with her boyfriend had been a waste of time. Why had she not found and submitted to this beautiful, sexy, raunchy yet delicate woman before?

The effect of the young undulating body, wracked by waves of pleasure was a wondrous sight for Nalini, too. Suddenly, Nalini wanted Sheela's mouth on her pussy, doing for her what she was doing for the other woman. But she was unwilling to let go of her cunt. In fact, she wanted to taste and suck the sweet fluid flowing now freely, and squelching with the cucumber. 

She had an idea. If Sheela were to come on top she would flow onto her face. And if she was turned around, she could still eat her pussy. She rolled off and lay back, swinging around. 

"Come," she called out to the student.

"Where madam," asked the confused girl. She seemed shy and wanting to learn from the expert. 

"Put your head between my legs and your thighs around my face," she gasped, desperate for the pleasure to resume.

The student girl slowly maneuvered herself into position and no sooner than she came within reach Nalini grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt down on her face. 

"Do as I do?" she said, her tones muffled by the pussy in her face.

She tongued Sheela and Sheela shivered as she noted what was being done to her. Then she faithfully tongue Nalini in same fashion. Nalini slipped her thumb into Sheela's cunt, fucking her gently and sucking and tonguing her persistently. 

Sheela inserted her thumb in as well. And fucked the cunt, sucking and tonguing her new teacher as gently as she was being fucked.

Both women luxuriated in the loving attention from each other. The sensations rose in tandem. Both bucked and thrashed on to each other's faces. Both screamed their orgasms into each other's pussies. And as the pleasure soared they went at each other with greater gusto.

They both came, once again. Shamelessly and freely. The two women, hugged each other warmly and tenderly, engrossed in their own and each other's pleasure. Both the student and the older woman had just discovered the joys of womanly love. The student had followed the older woman imagining that she knew what was happening. The older woman merely followed her rapidly evolving instincts in such matters. So engrossed were they, that neither had notice the professor enter the room.



Talk and Action Ch. 10



Neither noticed the professor entering the room. He had in fact been watching the unfolding saga from the door, not wanting to interrupt what was an incredibly erotic scene.

At some point, he found the evolution between the two women to be beyond the point of no return. Till then either of them could have reacted in shock at his appearance. He bided his time, drinking in the fabulous sight for as long as he could. On the on part was his sexy wife of many years, putting on a fantastic show of lovingness. 

On the other part was this incredibly sexy young student from his department. He had lusted after for a while. Her clothes, her demeanor attracted him and the casual manner in which she leaned against him was not lost on him. He had taken to fantasizing about her and felt guilty at times, noting that his own daughter might not be too much older or different from Sheela.

And on at least one occasion he had fucked Nalini fantasizing about Sheela. Watching the research student peeling off her clothes had therefore proved an incredible turn on. The sculpted body was exciting. There was a time Nalini was similarly toned. But back then the professor was less aware sexually of the attractions of his wife.

When the two women buried their faces in each other's crotches he knew he had his chance. From where he was, he could see Sheela lying atop Nalini, her butt in the air, spread out. His wife was gobbling with large slurping sounds at the pussy and the young one, in an attempt to get as much of 'madam' into her, had spread herself as wide as she could. 

He had dropped his trousers and moved close to where the women were. 

Nalini noticed the naked man approaching from the corner of her eye and her initial reaction was to push away Sheela and get up. But then she saw it was her husband the professor. She immediately realized that if he was without clothes he knew exactly what was happening between her and his student and that he was not upset or startled.

She reached out and grasped his cock ever so gently. She let her head hang back from the edge of the bed and brought him to her lips.

Sheela gasped at the lack of attention but her face was still buried. Giving 'madam' pleasure gave her as much joy as her own pleasure. She loved the professor's wife so much.

As Nalini made an 'o' to catch the professor's cock in her mouth, it brushed past her lips as the professor directly mounted his student, prone as she was, with her ass jutting upward.

The pillar of his cock slid along his wife's lips ending with his balls at her lips.

The student screamed at the invasion in shock. She tried to get up but found that Nalini instantly crossed a leg over her back to hold her in place. Nalini was helping her husband fuck the student. The professor placed his hand on the small of Sheela's back and thrust hard, penetrating her as he intended to.

"Madam, there is a man here," came the started muffled voice of the student.

"It is only sir!" explained Nalini. Her lips became busy with the union of cock and cunt. She pleasured her husband by lipping his cock; she pleasured Sheela by tonguing her clit as before.

The girl gave up herself to the wild pleasure. She clung to Nalini's thigh, kissing the flesh hard and burying her face in the thigh. Her fingers sought and intertwined with Nalini's toes. She wound herself against the woman under her.

The professor held her hips and fucked hard. Sheela had not much experience with fucking. Her boyfriend had hardly given her the kind of pleasure she was getting here. She needed 'madam's' lips, and 'sir's' cock and she was getting both. 

The professor, while considered a fuddy-duddy was endowed and experienced enough for the girl to be surprised. His cock reamed her fully and she felt prised open and stroked deeply. With her prone and face down; his cock touched her in places that gave her amazing pleasure. And her cunt was sealed with the loving lips of madam under her.

She gave herself in, fully to the pleasure of what the older couple was doing to her.

The manipulation his cock and the sheer excitement of his fantasy coming true caused the professor to nearly come. But Nalini sensed her husband's impending crisis. She pushed him away and instantly caught his cock in a strong grip to subdue his arousal.

Sheela sobbed in desperation when the fucking stopped and she looked back to see what had happened. 

She rolled off 'madam' and lay on the bed with her legs spread and knees up. She signaled to the professor to mount her, calling him to her, yearning, pleading.

But Nalini would have none of it. She faced her husband and holding his cock, whispered to him, "This belongs to me. You cum in me. No one else," she hissed.

She turned to the girl on the bed.

"Your release is with me," she said. Heartlessly, she thrust her fingers into the cunt and fucked the girl mercilessly, attaching her lips to the cunt and sucking and licking ferociously.

The girl wept in pleasure and despair as she was denied the professor. The professor moved up to kiss Sheela and stroked her breasts to console her. 

Thinking that Nalini would not spot her as fer face was buried Sheela reached for the professor's cock. She stroked him. She formed on 'o' with her mouth leaving him in no doubt as to what she wanted to do.

The professor hoisted himself up and brought his cock to her face. He held her head as the young woman fed herself on his cock. The professor groaned and threw his head back in pleasure as the warm and wetness of her mouth combined with her tongue to milk him. 

She may have seemed young and therefore a novice, but when it came to mouthing she seemed to know it all. She preferred to make her boyfriend cum by mouthing him than by letting him fuck her. It pleased him. She felt more secure from becoming pregnant.

Her boyfriend had taught her where he got his pleasure. Eager to please her professor Sheela held the pillar of the cock in her hand and a tight 'o' worked the head, finding the professor's particular pleasure-spot. The professor gasped at the deftness. He held her head and he fucked in short jabs. She suddenly took him all the way through to her throat.

And yet, she was nowhere near as skillful as Nalini but the excitement of who it was made it up for the professor and he was ready to cum. He could feel his release rising and he groaned and gasped. IT caught Nalini's attention. She looked up and found her husband covering the students face. She did not to explicitly see anything to know what was happening.

Clearly, she was not doing enough to engross the student. She found the cucumber they had used before as a dildo. Without the gentleness and care with of the first time, she rammed the thick trunk into Sheela's glistening, wet and open cunt. 

Sheela was shocked by the brutal thrust and twisted and screamed onto the cock in her mouth. Her hands pumped him furiously. He felt he might cum. Knowing that his wife had asked for him to wait for her, the professor pulled back leaving the girl again, gasping for more. She tried to hold on to his cock and pump him to a finish. But the professor pressed down on his head and subdued his cock again. 

Nalini clung to Sheela and it was very much a rodeo. The young girl clung to the professor, grasping his buttocks pulling him to her and unsuccessfully trying to get the cock back into her mouth.

The professor had one hand covering his cock, preserving himself for his wife and with the other gripping, caressing and fondling the girl.

The trio clung to each other, shaking, trembling and thrashing. Husband and wife, in reality wanted only each other. Every one else seemed a sexual tool now. It was slowly becoming apparent to Sunil, too, that he was but a catalyst in what was actually an unfolding drama between Nalini and the professor.

For the moment, though, the couple focused on the young woman pinioned between the wife - whose face and hands were at work between the student's legs - and the husband whose torso was in the grip of the sobbing student.

She was sobbing in pleasure and begging as it were, for the professor to give in to her. She wanted him. She had worshiped him for much of her research stint, dressing only to seduce the man. Now, here he was, within her grasp but holding himself back.

She could have taken him instead of that marauding cucumber that 'madam' was ramming in and out of her. She could have made him cum by making love with her lips and mouth. She instinctively knew how to, for he was her 'dream' man. She was looking at him beseechingly, even as her body gave in to the work of the professor's wife.

Holding him, Sheela came in torrents into the face and hands of the expert manipulator Nalini.

Nalini laughed in triumph as she watched the girl cling on to the professor and give up on finding his cock. She admired her husband for holding himself back from the girl. 

Sheela bucked and thrashed and finished, drained as a slumped mass of flesh, subdued by the relentless actions of the 'madam'; through the slits of the eyes she watched as 'madam' watched her slow down. Nalini was streaked with her juices and with her hair flowing down and tousled looked more like a wanton temptress than a professor's wife.

She looked toward the professor and watched his cock bobbing, hard as ever, awaiting its release. 

She could barely move from the exhaustion she felt from the violent cumming. She wondered what it would take of her to actually conquer these two beautiful people. She wanted them both so much.

Nalini called her husband to her. The professor had shown himself to be worthy of the best of her attention. Such a beautiful attractive student and he still held out for her. Hair, face, lips and chin streaked with the fluids of the girl, she moved towards him. Some more fluids would do her no harm. She opened her mouth wide and closed it on the rock hard cock of the oh-so-patient man.

Sheela watched hungrily as the shaft disappeared into 'madam's' mouth. Even though she was unable to move from her exertions on release she felt hunger in the pit of her stomach. She could not however, separate her hunger for the man who she so admired from the desire for the luscious woman below that man. 

As Nalini shimmied into a position her breasts, spread out flat on her chest and Sheela reached out lazily to caress those large nipples. And as she did so she found that Nalini's face and the professor's now-all-too-willing cock was within reach, too.

She caressed Nalini and stroked the cock as it slid in and out of those lips that had only just been sucking on her.

Nalini felt her husband swell and pushed him away. He had to cum inside her. He liked that. She wanted him to have that pleasure of a full release deep into her. She wanted to show Sheela and Sunil how she took him, how he belonged and how she fucked him like she would let no other fuck him. He was, after all, her husband of many years.

The professor positioned himself to mount his wife. But the grateful Nalini had different plans. She pulled him down and had him lay back, his cock ramrod straight in the air. Taking his hands to her breasts she climbed atop and shivered as he slid up her, filling her. She marveled at how her cunt felt full at his average sized cock compared to the impossible wide stretching and fucking the wrestler had rendered her. 

He held her breasts in both his hands, holding her up, teasing and working her nipples. She bounced on him, fulfilling his permanent fantasy of his wife riding him to a finish.

Her eyes were radiant with pleasure as she felt the release of pent up desires. Sheela watched in wonderment at this woman nearly twice or more her age, moving with the agility of that she herself would have been happy to emulate.

She also looked in envy, the professor was fucking upward, and holding on to his erection and giving his wife every bit of the pleasure she clearly wanted.

Finally, willing herself to move, Sheela moved to kiss the professor. It was the first time that she kissed him on his lips, even though in her dorm fantasies everything started with the kiss in the hallway. Here, in real life, it was quite the other way round, the kiss came after her mouth and her pussy had been taken in every way. In the process she passed on his wife's juices and he possibly tasted a bit of his own self on her lips.

Then she proceeded to kiss him on his chest and rapidly moved down to where she found the union of the two, where Nalini's cunt was slapping on his belly and juices were flowing freely. She kissed and sucked as best as she could but without interfering. She tasted them both. She wanted more. But Nalini's hands were trying their best to push her away. When Nalini rose, Sheela inserted her hand around the cock. It reduced the extent of Nalini's descent onto the professor's cock.

In desperation, Nalini reached for the girl and lifted her up. She held her close, kissing her deeply and resumed her bouncing on her husband. The sight of the two women kissing, fondling and the excitement of the catch in his hands - one on his wife's large breast and the other on the student's hard breast - drove him higher and higher, till he exploded up into her.

She felt the surge and she heard him bellow. She left Sheela and concentrated on her husband. Sheela clung on to Nalini best as she could. Nalini concentrated on milking the spurting cock and taking her own pleasure. Timing it to perfect she thrust down on the cock between spurts. It had the effect of maximizing the professor's pleasure and each shot was hard and deep up, into her, where she liked it to slather and spread deep inside her.

She laughed her own pleasure at his cumming - it seemed to enhance her own pleasure. She fucked down, again and again and again.

The professor softened faster than he normally might have leaving Nalini short of her full pleasure. She smeared herself on his rapidly dwindling crotch rubbing herself hard and fast on him. She quivered and shuddered as her pussy responded with tremors that gave her some of the pleasure she needed.

As she collapsed on top of her husband she kissed him deeply, leaving Sheela in no doubt that, even though stripped of all her clothing, smeared with their juices and watching the professor and the 'madam' completely nude in her presence, she was an outsider.

Man and wife, woman and husband clung to each other. They shivered, shuddered, trembled caressed and spent every little bit of juice that they had for each other.

Sheela sat and watched, the rank outsider. Spent as she had been, drained as she was, she felt a hungry vacuum between her legs. That spurting cock should have spurted in her, she felt. She wanted that man. The aching hunger between her legs belied the fuck-fest that had just gone by.

But the professor and his wife had eyes for no one. Not for the nude girl sitting like a Japanese tea drinker next to them. And Nalini had long forgotten the wide-eyed and desperate Sunil far away.

They drank and consumed each other as both Sunil and Sheela plotted their own next steps to pursue their own independent needs.



Talk and Action Ch. 11



It was at a time when Sheela lay between Nalini's legs, resting back on her. She felt the soft breasts against her back and let the full weight of her body rest back and slump in comfort on the motherly warm woman who had just finished loving her, ever so tenderly.

"Do you mind?" asked Sheela reaching for her discarded jeans and pulling out a cigarette to light. 

"You smoke?" asked Nalini, somewhat shocked.

"We all do. We smoke. We drink. We have boy friends. And," she added thoughtfully, 'we fuck."

At the use of the 'f' word, Nalini's hand protectively closed around the girl sitting between her legs, one hand on one breast and the other holding her lower tummy. 

Smoking, fucking. She thought back to her own youth. All prim and proper with some serious limits on what was acceptable and what not. A glance or a smile at any one of the guys was a big deal. Pausing to exchange a sentence with any one was a major expression of romantic interest. And here was a contrasting generation.

"Fuck?" she asked Sheela.

They had just finished a serious bout of pleasuring in which once again, Nalini played the dominant, if maternal role. Sheela returned the favor, but only in small measure and Nalini was still on simmer, unsatiated. 

But she had time during the day. She had a choice of lovers, and she was not excluding or counting out the lovely firm body of the young woman couched between her legs.

"Yup!" replied the young student, casually. "Mostly among friends. They are called 'fuck-buddies'. But most of the guys are a complete disappointment," sighed Sheela, pressing backward and rubbing herself against the warmth of the mature woman as if to contrast with the guys.

"Hey! Don't say that," said Nalini, idly lipping Sheela's earlobe and sending a shiver down that woman. These delicate touches and the ability to cum again and again and again were some of the things that the guys never could enjoy.

"Why?" asked Sheela.

"My nephew. He is in your age group. I don't think he is interested or into this sort of thing. And if he was, dashing young man that he is, he must be good," said Nalini protectively.

Sheela laughed. "That's like having a car and not knowing how to drive it. That is how most of these guys are," she said. The younger woman's mind drifted to her completely unsatisfying encounters with her 'fuck-buddy'; and then the contrast to the electrifying encounter she had with the professor and his wife. 

Deeper for her, was that the threesome opened the door for her to approach the professor. She cornered him at the university office afterward and she had him to herself. In that threesome the professor and his wife had pleasured her, no doubt. But they kept the best of each other for themselves. And Sheela wanted to taste the best of the professor. That she got in his office. And she enjoyed the mature, measured pace of the man's loving. 

It was a question of quality (with the professor) over quantity (with the fuck-buddies) who had the ability to go several rounds in the course of one night.

"None of these guys know anything about treating a woman," said Sheela, turning around and looking Nalini deep in the eye. "They don't know a thing about kissing," she said, nibbling at Nalini's lips the way she had been taught. "They don't know a thing about to arouse a breast before wanting to suck it," and she leaned down and weighed and gently kneaded the breasts as if to bring forth the milk before applying her lips to gently suck on Nalini's mammaries.

"And they definitely don't know how to do this," she whispered hoarsely as she sank between Nalini's now spreading legs. It was time to return the favor. She sucked and kissed and tongued Nalini, coaxing the lips open wide. Fingers slid in ever so gently, caressing the walls, willing them to yield their juices to the waiting woman between the legs.

And when Nalini was all jelly, she focused on fucking and tonguing the opening of the labia and the nub of flesh, fingers doing the work of stimulating her insides to give way.

Sheela proved a good student as Nalini groaned first, then screamed and finally shouted out her orgasm. She thrashed her cunt into the persistent mouth of the young woman as if to fuck back.

Sheela held Nalini's tummy gently down, as she had been taught to. Nalini beat against the body and every ounce of pleasure was release and she spent to a wonderful finish. Pulling up the woman between her legs, she kissed her fulsomely tasting her own juices in the process.

And Sheela whispered to her, "Teach all this to that young man if you are so worried or proud." She meant it as a tease. But the sudden surge in Nalini's breasts and the resurgent warmth between her legs told her something different.

And Then

All of this played in her mind when her eighteen-year old nephew came by. Sitting for hours with the Professor for his math coaching for which he came, the young man felt the need for a proper back massage. And who better than his aunt to provide him that relief.

She had done that on many occasions but this time Nalini was conscious of Sheela's advice to her. In fact, she had been conscious of all that from the moment the young man stepped into the house. She noticed his body, his muscles and the bulge in his crotch.

When she entered the room to massage the back she found him lying on his tummy. Nalini was torn between desire and wanting the young, presumably virgin flesh and relief that he was not on his back so that she would be inhibited by the front of his body being open to her.

She straddled his back her hands pressing down jointly as she knew shiatsu was done. She worked quietly with not a word exchanged between them. Each was quiet for their own reasons. 

She worked his lower back. And then steadily her hands moved up the spine. As she moved up, she shimmied her body up to reach farther up. At the angle needed to put weight on her hands she found after a while that her groin was against the young man's taut ass. It provided too much of a temptation for her. She ground her self on the flesh beneath.

It felt good. The relief her pussy needed came from the grinding indeed. She leaned forward again, hoping her nephew would not notice that it was intentional. She changed her angle, spreading her legs still sider so that her cunt lips would receive the full impact of her grinding. When she leaned forward the next time her lips splayed open and she massaged herself well. 

The pleasure was so intense that Nalini forgot about being careful. She rocked back and forth, her movements slowly resembling that of a fucking woman and the effects on her pussy was as desired. She groaned... for the most part inwardly, but for some part it was audible.

A few more thrusts later she was completely without regard for the finer aspects of what she was doing. She humped without restraint and her moaning and groans become more audible, till in a shudder she spent... holding down on the boy's ass.

None of this was lost on Nikhil from the very beginning. He had felt her coarse hair through the think fabric of the nightdress. After a few more thrusts he knew for sure that his aunt was masturbating by grinding against his ass. The boy froze.

Reddened with pleasure and with the embarrassment of having let her physical needs get the better of her, Nalini fled the room, leaving as quietly as she had come.

Later

"I ran out of nightclothes," he mumbled.

"But how? You only just got here!" blurted out Nalini.

"Its dirty - just run the washing machine once more for me. It will dry by night" he said and ran off.

Nalini sighed and thought to herself, "Boys, boys, boys!" she went to the clothesbasket and pulled out the pajamas and her hand felt the sticky mess in them. She looked and saw the gobs of semen. The boy had done what all boys do: masturbate. She had no way of knowing it but it the boy had fantasized about his buxom aunt and imagined fucking her. 

She was his fantasy woman, every time, regardless of where he was. And in her presence not only did she retain her prime position; he just had more of her to see and masturbated more often than he ever did otherwise.

Her cleavage, her damp blouse, her soaked armpits, her round rolling ass ... he imagined each of those parts of her and masturbated furiously. Already today, he had to adjust his pjs to find a dry area for his second and third rounds. By night he was surely going to need them again. He told his aunt only when he considered the situation unavoidable.

But he never thought she would check. She did. And he had no way of knowing that his Nalini aunty was not the same one he met last time. Since then she was a woman unleashed. And that unleashed woman had lusted over him as much as he had lusted over her.

Nalini did not know how to manage her lust for Nikhil. Her husband's brother's son was family. And family was sacred.

Neither did Nikhil know how to get ahead with his lust for his aunt. His father's brother's wife. She was game. But what if she slapped him? And worse, reported him?

The boy in the house posed the additional problem of making it impossible for her to get any of the students to come and fuck her. It was a paradox: the more she needed the fucking because of the boy, the less she could get - also because of the boy.

Professor too spent additional time at home coaching the kid for that was the main purpose of his presence here. If she was going to be naughty, when would that be?

The bubbling cauldron between her legs made her restless, hot and flushed. She planned on fucking Professor, knowing that she wanted to test or explore the boy.

It was a question of guts and opportunity on both sides. Neither had any.

The next night when he heard her enter the room, he turned around. There was no doubt about what impact she had had on him. And any inhibition Nalini had was overcome by the sight of his wondrous cock.

It bobbed on its own weight. The boy gritted his teeth and clutched at the sheets tightly, as if doing so would absolve him of this display of lust.

"What is this?" gasped Nalini, feigning shock. She needed to test waters and make sure that nothing would go wrong if she succumbed to her feelings of lust. She liked what she saw. Large, heavy, strong, erect - and virgin.

"Nothing!" he gasped. He wished it would shrink. But as Nalini leaned forward towards him her breasts swung and he felt himself swelling more. He groaned.

"What?" she asked, severely.

He shook his head.

"IS this not why you needed your pajamas washed urgently?" she asked accusingly.

A drop formed on the head and flowed down as if in answer.

Nalini found herself involuntarily licking her lips as is she might have licked off that clear, viscous streak.

Unintentionally, Nikhil squeezed his muscles and the cock jerked. What was a drop became a trickle.

Nalini was frozen, leaning forward. Her breasts were visible to him, though the jutting nipples faded into the shadows within.

Lips hanging open she slid her mouth down on his cock. Her wide-open, wet mouth closed on the pillar of flesh. He shivered, "Auntie!" he cried out.

"Mmmph!" she whimpered, enjoying the helplessness and her own dominance. He held her head. It was all too brief -he was after all, a virgin. He spurted and she drew back. She let him shoot in the air - thick ropes. But knowing his needs she fisted his cock. She did let some cumming happen in her wet warm mouth, knowing the needs of the thrusting and flailing male lying in front of her. Between a combination of fist and mouth she let him finish, taking the edge off his desire.

When it ended and he groaned "I love you, auntie!" she knew he was ready for her own consumption.

The fountain of youth was a marvel she thought as she watched the undiminished cock. She would have liked to teach him to fuck her but her own pleasure was super-important at that moment. There was time enough for everything else.

She waddled on to him and holding his cock, slick as it was with his own exertions and her saliva, sank on it. Instinctively, the boy grabbed his aunt's sumptuous breasts. She put her hands on his chest and raised her hips. She fucked down with concentration and rhythm.

He babbled about love, pleasure, marriage, running away and other nonsense. She ignored it all and concentrated on the cunt reaming the cock and cock ploughing the cunt. She knew all the angles she wanted.

She threw her head about. She held his hands to her breasts. She made him squeeze her hard - so hard he thought he was going to hurt his goddess. She made him treat her like a whore. When he sat up to suck her nipples, she forced him to bite on her.

Her breasts bore marks of his assault on her. Her saliva was everywhere as she let herself go. 

He didn't cum in a hurry, just so soon after his first time. She came all through. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her and the woman starved of pleasure took it all. When she was so wet that they could feel nothing, she stuffed a sheet inside her and dried his cock. And when they were ready, she let herself drop all the way screaming in pleasure as he seared and stung her cunt.

"More, more, more!" she thought triumphantly. 

"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!" he babbled as he felt himself boiling up to cum.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Fill me!" she commanded. He spurted and thrust upward. She jammed down. It was animal and combative. Both thrust into each other as if to finish the other off. 

She finished him. He came. He held her breasts. He sobbed and thrust. He drained. She rode him all through, her thighs quivering and her cunt a wet mess. She was not done. She felt like a new woman of monstrous appetite was inside her.

But when his cock depleted rapidly under her assault she collapsed on him. And they slept.

Later

She awoke before him. She noted that old or young, the man always slept, exhausted, spent and sated. Was it a cultural thing, she wondered that a woman had to get up? Arrange matters around the house? Look well kept? Get the lover moving? Get food ready for the husband? Or return home from the arms of the lover?

She glanced towards the youngster. His cock stood semi-erect, occasionally twitching. He seemed rejuvenated. Her limbs ached and she felt the thrust of his pounding upward even now, in a manner of speaking.

She decided to get up and go back to her husband's room. It was some where in the wee hours of the morning and she did not want the Professor to wake to find her missing. Worse, he might come looking.

She tried looking for her clothes but not everything was available. Somewhere in the tangle of sheets her bra and her petticoat were stuck. She found her blouse and her panties. Nalini got on her knees to crawl out of the bed. 

No sooner had she got on all fours, she was startled by a sudden movement behind her. Hands roughly caught her and pushed her down, mounting her brutally from behind. She felt the weight of his body pushing her down on the mattress as she pancaked down. As she twisted herself she saw it was nephew. 

"Don't go!" he growled, penetrating her swiftly and aggressively. The cock that had seemed semi erect a few minutes ago seemed full and loaded. He had seen her breasts swinging as she looked about and that was enough for him. When she kneeled and her cunt present an agape target, he moved with alacrity.

"Hey! Yaah!" yowled his aunt, as he plunged in. he was pleased with himself for finding the target easily. His aunt tried to move away but he had his hands on his hips and he forcefully hunted her down, mounting her with brutal efficiency.

She tried to get off the bed and he followed her, pressing down with each thrust till his aunt was spread-eagled like a frog. He was in her and in order to subjugate her completely he pulled back so he could thrust with greater vigor.

He left the smooth, silken, wet refuge of her cunt and both aunt and nephew gasped. Even though she was trying to escape, the sudden vacuum in her throbbing cunt caused despair. For the boy, missing his warm grabbing sheath was agonizing.

He grabbed Nalini's large buttocks and prised them apart, repositioning his slick cock for entry. In the poor light he aimed wrong, and with his limited skill he knew little. But his cock told him it had found a haven. It was a little tougher but with his thrusting determination he sank in.

His aunt howled in agony and pleasure, combined.

"Haaaaa!" she went. "Nikhil, you have invaded me!" she sobbed.

The boy paused. "But, but, but ..." he stammered, "We already did this before!"

"Aaah!" she wept. When she thrust back it was not because she wanted to but more because of her reflexive reaction.

The grip on his cock was super tight and the pleasure was intense.

"Waah" groaned the young man in satisfaction. 

Nalini felt her anus stretched as Nikhil unknowingly took her virginity there. The cock was unrelenting in its ignorance. The stretching massaged her deep inside.

She waddled her legs apart giving the marauding youth more space. But her canal was only so wide and could take only so much. 

The ignorant boy fucked on. 

Nalini's pain and pleasure were unrelenting. 

He could at least have ensured he lubricated her! 

"I am drying out!" she cried out.

"But you will lubricate like you did before," grunted the youngster as he found the thrusting toughen.

"That was in my cunt, beta, my son," wept the aunt.

The boy froze. And this was the confusing part - the moment he stopped the aunt took over. She fucked back. 

"Now don't stop! Don't stop! Fucker! Bastard! Whore-maker!" she abused him in her dire moments.

She fucked back pleasuring herself. 

"Saliva, saliva, saliva!" she hissed, twisting back to look at the idiot and trying to explain the situation.

"What do you with saliva?" he asked bewildered.

"Grease your way in, you fool" she groaned, fucking back a little slower as the progress got tougher.

The 'fool' chose to favor his aunt by fucking harder. She yelped in agony.

She tried to stop him. "Don't! Not without saliva! Or gel! Or something" she cried. "You are not in my cunt, you are in my anus!"

HE was aghast and tried to pull back but she would have none of it.

"DO me! Do me! Do me!" she screamed unmindful of the noise she was making. "Just do me right!" 

He tried to pull back further and felt stuck. His cock seemed reddened and abraded by the rough fucking. He saw her point of view. He collected a pool of saliva and placed it at where his cock disappeared between her buttocks and pushed. 

"Ahh!" he heard his aunt hiss in satisfaction as he reentered her now easing up anal canal. She relaxed herself consciously, taking him in as he went. It was easier, fuller and more satisfying. The impossible stretching made her clit feel tender and she reached under and inserted fingers into her cunt. 

Her thumb worked her clit as the boy rammed his aunt. She wished for another cock, but who? And when? And what was she to do till them for her pleasure?

She rammed her fingers while he rammed into her.

His foreskin was pulled back and stuck behind the head of his cock and this caused the head to bulge.

The ravaged woman beneath him felt intense, raw heat and pleasure as she felt fucked. It was an error but a beautiful error.

"More!" she cried out and was rewarded with more animal ramming.

"No!" she wept in pain. "More saliva... aaaaaah!"

The boy was a new entrant to the pleasures of sex but had inadvertently become the first to fuck her in her ass.

She was not complaining, now that saliva went in regularly.

The tightness on his cock reminded him of his fist. Less lubricated more tight but nowhere near the bubbling warmth, the cushioning of a cunt-fuck.

But the trembling ass, quivering shoulders and feverish mass of flesh pinioned beneath him was fascinating. He watched as the plump buttocks were parted and he penetrated her time and again. He thought that is where the cunt should have been.




Talk and Action Ch. 11



The pleasurably painful sex was a new world. His aunt twisted turned as she took him in as much as she could. And in the frenzied twisting and turning he came.

It was in torrents, though thinner in consistency when the long night of fucking had started. He filled her and it lubricated them. Nikhil fucked faster and faster, the tight sheath milking him fully as he emptied into her.

She felt him release, she felt him thrust randomly, losing rhythm as the orgasm coursed through his body. Her own fingers were inadequate when the young firm flesh pounding her into the bed was available.

The pleasure from going anal was strange. There was pleasure but from indirect massaging of places which could directly be stimulated too. She liked the animalness of what had happened.

She was subjugated, conquered by this anal assault. She was glad it was her favorite nephew that did this to her. It exceed what the wrestler had done to her with his doggy style attack.

As the boy slid out he became preoccupied with his foreskin. She watched him hunched over, trying to unroll it. She pushed him back and mounted him. Her cunt slid on his cock, moving the foreskin gently and efficiently. She bounced on him rapidly and the boy felt like urinating. She ignored his pleas and extracted her pleasure fully. When she unmounted, the skin was unrolled but the cock was reddened.

She had avenged his illicit assault on her, she thought triumphantly. If her hurt a little, good! This time when she got out of bed he was in no shape to assault her again.

Nalini, the empress, emerged from the battleground as the winner. She went to the stupor, the calm sanctuary of her husband's bed.



Talk and Action Ch. 12



Sunil finally reached Nalini's place. For months she had been teasing him. It started with her innocence which was seductive in itself. She was careless with her dressing when she came on Skype and Sunil was fully titillated by the exhibitionist in her.

And slowly but surely he seduced her and taught her things. As time passed and Sunil proved to be a virtual lover, Nalini needed the real thing and took the lessons she learned to her husband. And then she took on real lovers- students of her husband who were only too glad to practice their sexual skills on the voluptuous, buxom wife of their math professor.

Some of the young men were ardent and there was at least one who was a bulky and animal fuck-machine. She enjoyed them all, on most occasions giving Sunil a ringside view of her escapades by Skype.

The most delicious sensuous one was the young girl – her first lesbian. She and her husband took her and it was a wild threesome. On that girl's prodding Nalini took on the education of her nephew.

And now, when Sunil arrived, she had a full house. Her nephew Nikhil was staying. And the two of them had fucked through the night. The professor was like a man possessed: he obsessed with only two things: his math classes and fucking his wife and the girl student.

There was only one guest room which was taken by the nephew. She had him move to a makeshift bed and gave the guest room to Sunil. The air was damp with the odors of sex. The professor felt it. The nephew felt it. And so did Nalini. Each felt that he or she felt that way because they knew of the encounters; actually everyone felt it.

The smells and drench of sex was very much in the air.

And tonight it was Sunil's turn. Or so he thought. But Nalini knew better. Her cunt had been a bubbling cauldron in anticipation of the fucking her long-lost, visiting school friend Sunil was due for. But she knew the professor would be looking for her. HE had got used to a daily diet of sex. And then there was the newly unleashed nephew.

If Nalini had known Sunil was arriving, she might not have taken on Nikhil. But Sunil had just shown up. If the previous night she had spent with Nikhil, her nephew, this night belonged to Sunil. Erotic Sunil, who had unleashed the woman in her in full. She knew she had teased him to the limits; she owed him.

But Nikhil had only just had his first taste of sex. He was eager and insatiable too, being just 18. He was convinced that he was in love with his aunt.

Nalini planned dinner early. She needed time for the long evening and night ahead. Professor liked his dinner early and now had added a routine of fucking before going to bed. Nikhil liked the early start to the evening. He hoped like the previous night, his aunt would put the professor to bed and spend the rest of the night with him. And Sunil hoped for a rendezvous, too.

Tonight, Nalini tried to be quick with her husband. As she cleared up after dinner, he came up behind her and slid his hands under her top to cup her heavy breasts. "Come!" he whispered.

She brushed him aside. "Not tonight!" she hissed. "I have to organize things for our visitor!"

"But I must have you," he insisted, letting go of her as the nephew came in with some of the dishes he had cleared. 

It was half an hour more before she could go to her bedroom to change. Sunil sat on the hall sofa flipping channels while he and the professor engaged in idle chitchat. 

She changed out of her kurta salwar into her nightdress. She did not take off her undergarments. It was meant to be a precise night. Husband and nephew were to be managed and she was going to find time for Sunil. Soft breasts, nipples poking, and the absence of a panty-line: none of these suggestive indications were to distract her from goal: Sunil. The man who had unleashed her deserved his rewards.

And yet, as she neared the door of her room, she found herself ambushed by the professor.

"What is it?" she asked imploringly. He took her hand and guided it to his erection. Something caught her throat. He was experiencing a renewed vigor ever since their new adventures and the research student girl who had joined their bed. She never really denied the professor anything. His requirement for sex was similar to a need for food; she never ever said no.

She dropped to her knees in front of him. She undid the pajama cord and allowed them to drop. Expectedly, it snagged on the pole of his cock. She glanced out of the open bedroom door. The hall outside was dark and she presumed Nikhil to be asleep. 

As she faced his cock, Nalini took it in her hand and slid her hand up and down lovingly. He was just ready. She masturbated him gently. As her fist went down on his cock her lips took him in. she did not know much about what was called a "blowjob". Just that her man needed to cum. 

Unknown to her, Nikhil, her nephew watched in jealous fascination. From where he lay, he could see his aunt's headed bobbing forward and back. By the slant of lights from the windows nothing was left to imagination.

Nikhil saw his uncle hold his aunt's head and guide her on to his cock. He was fucking her mouth. She was masturbating him with hand and mouth. Nikhil's own erection was monstrous and he touched himself. But he only lightly stroked himself. He wanted to keep himself for his aunt.

He had seen her coming his way and knew that uncle had waylaid her. She would come to him for sure. 

Professor leaned down to grab at his wife's breasts. He loved playing with her mounds of flesh. And as man and wife contorted to access each other and Nalini's ministrations became more fervent. Professor gasped as his wife expertly made him cum. He spurted over her hands, face, lips, and hair as Nalini continued to combine hand and mouth expertly to keep him cumming. 

She did not let him go. She kept rocking him and lipping the jerking flesh till it started to shrink. Finally when she let go, it was a small knob, slick with cum and saliva.

Nalini stood up and whispered to her sagging husband, "Can I go take care of the guests?" He nodded, quite groggy now that his physical needs were met. He was done for the day. And of course, he had little idea on what 'taking care of the guests' involved.

Nalini went to the bathroom to clean up before she re-entered the hall. She looked at the lying form of her nephew and went close. She stretched her leg and prodded him with her toe to check if he was asleep.

With alacrity the young man grabbed his aunt's extended leg. He leaned up and kissed the leg. She knelt down and ruffled his hair. "Not today," she whispered. "Uncle is awake," she lied. The boy merely led her hand to his own raging erection. Instinctively, she fingered the contours of his cock. She knew she could make him cum quite quickly – but here in this hall, she felt it was too open.

The young man grabbed his aunt's ass and mouthed her crotch through the flimsy nightgown. She shuddered as he bit her. Her hand gripped his cock hard. Desperately Nikhil sought to reach an intermediate goal of exciting his aunt. Frantically he searched for the hem of her nightgown to go under. In the process he kissed her thighs and licked and bit on them. 

Her legs parted involuntarily. She leaned forward and through his pajamas grabbed at his cock. Nikhil would have liked to feel her warm wet mouth on him but he dare not let go of her ass and thighs before his aunt had committed herself.

It was left to Nalini to undo the pajamas and her nephew helped her by raising his hips. He was able to quite easily lift his aunt's gown and bare her pussy to his lips. She was damp and the smell of her flow greeted him for the woman had been intimate with her husband moments ago and that had aroused her quite a bit. 

The young man and his aunt embraced each other in the classical 69 position. Heads bobbed, hips rocked. Nalini moved her knees apart giving Nikhil full access. Now that it was happening she wanted it all and for him to pleasure her fully. The boy was a novice. She positioned herself carefully to get the most out of this encounter. She wanted to be open enough to flow freely, too. The young man also thrust his cock into her mouth to take his own pleasure.

"Focus, focus," she whispered urgently. She lifted her head off. The boy gasped in desperation. She positioned her clit on his nose and rubbed down. "There! There!" she emphasized triumphantly.

Then she went back to grabbing his cock and stuffed it into her mouth and sucked and twisted her lips on it fervently. 

"Mmmmm!" she mumbled her pleasure as the boy worked hard on her lips. "Nnnnnnn" whined the boy with his tongue stretched as far as it would go into her cunt.

The fumbling and the noises of their pleasure attracted the attention of the waiting Sunil. He had been told by Nalini to expect him. But the sounds in the hall told him that his lover had been stopped on the way. He moved to the doorway and spotted the bundle in the middle of the hall, moving. He could see the silhouette of moving shapes.

As he moved closer, he could see that two human forms were wrapped around each other.

He was quite enraged when he detected one to be his Nalini, leaning over the person beneath, her ass jutting out into the air. The woman was wanton in her lust! He felt the need to be vengeful. He closed in on them. The bitch – she was really in heat! He ought to have come visiting her a lot earlier.

Dropping his shorts he knelt behind her. Below her Nikhil sensed the movement and opened his eyes and saw the visitor looming above, his cock dangling. With the ease of an expert, Sunil held Nalini's ass. She felt the pair of hands and immediately noticed more hands than there should be.

She was loath to stop bobbing on the cock in her mouth, as she wanted to complete the favor to her nephew. But she also was startled by the third presence. She didn't need to wait too long. She moaned on to the cock in her mouth as Sunil entered her smoothly. Her cunt was soppy wet and ready to receive. Speared at both ends with cocks Nalini luxuriated, curious as she was about who was in her cunt.

It had to be Sunil she surmised. The cock felt new; or was it the distinctly penetrative deep angle? Beneath Nikhil had a dilemma: stop tasting his aunt or taste the cock whooshing past his lips as well. His instinct was to pull back but he felt his aunt press down with her cunt.

The two men serving her suited her well. She often wanted both cock and mouth in her cunt sometimes being unable to decide. When the cock was pounding her she often wished for an agile tongue on her cuntlips and clit. When she was being tongued ruthlessly she often missed the full stretch and pounding of a cock.

She pressed down, bringing her cunt to paste itself on his lips. And Sunil changed his angle to pound harder. A flood of juices swamped Nikhil. He clutched as his aunt's ass competing with the older man to be the greater pleasure provider. Nalini's indescribable pleasure caused her to mouth the cock in her mouth with excessive vigor and the boy spurted into his aunt's mouth. 

She did not have the luxury of moving away and his cum filled her mouth. She let her jaw drop to let the seed spill out, not being much of a connoisseur. But she continued to throat him so got the fullest pleasure. 

She now raised her head and looked back. She saw Sunil pounding into her. She felt him deep in her stomach. She pushed back at him and saw him shudder. She smiled to herself. He was vulnerable to her. She fucked back, strategically. His head jerked as she hit her target spot on.

Sunil reached under his lover and grabbed her breasts. The rough treatment of her teats caused Nalini to jerk and shudder. They came together. She convulsed and Nikhil took her to new heights by staying glued with his lips to her cunt. Sunil emptied with guttural groans and the combined flood flowed down on Nikhil below who pursed his lips to keep out the flow.

The two older and experienced lovers spent with no control. Nikhil just lay below. Sunil clung on to the woman he had discovered and unleashed as he came in torrents. At last, he had his Nalini!

When he was spent and slipped out, she rose. Taking Sunil's hand she led him to the bedroom. The night was his. She had only just begun. And she knew how to make him ready for her again. She had plenty of rewards for the man who had brought out the woman in her.