My Lustful Neighbor - Back to present

This is in continuation of the following stories to be read in that sequence:
My lustful neighbor
My lustful neighbor - The beginning of an affair

Meanwhile, as I was reminiscing on how it all started, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of me. She then proceeded to come and sit next to me but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. She lost her balance and fell on my lap. I hugged her waist into a tight embrace and started kissing passionately on her neck and ear while my hands moved around her waist, navel and then onto her boobs.

She kept giggling and slapping at my chest while I tickled and fondled all over her body. She was wearing a translucent gown that was around knee length. Over the months since we got into this affair, I had felt her entire body to my satisfaction and yet she felt so fresh to touch.

While the tea was getting cold on the table, we kept smooching each other passionately. As she sat on my lap, facing me, her gown had risen all the way up to her hips. She had given up all her shyness in my presence. So she didn't used to wear any bra or panty underneath anymore. I was almost like her second husband. We used to have sex almost every alternate day. On weekends, sometimes she used to drop her kids to her in-laws' place (who used to live in another suburb of Mumbai). I used to sneak out of my house while my parents were asleep and into Medha's house. All through the night, we used to have wild, steamy sex and before dawn I used to get back to my room before parents woke up.

Meanwhile, I pulled off her gown from over her head. Her waist kept wriggling and dancing as my palms caressed her. She pretended to offer resistance whenever I tried touching her breasts or pussy. At one point, she coyly pushed me aside and ran away from me giggling, into the bedroom. I loved the way her naked ass swayed as she ran to the bedroom. As I chased her, I saw her grab a blanket and cover herself up in it.

I pulled it and threw it aside out of her reach. I removed my t-shirt and jumped right next to her. A picture of Medha with her husband Umesh looked at the two of us as we were back to our kissing. Medha knew how much I got turned on while fucking her in presence of that picture. Probably, that's the reason why she ran into the bedroom.

However, today I was going to try something unconventional. Since the day I had seen Medha's ass showing up through her wet salwar on Holi day, I had always wanted to penetrate that beautiful rear hole of hers but wasn't sure about how she would react. However, since these many months into the affair, today I thought it was time to fuck her anally.

So out of my pant pocket, I pulled out a tube. Medha asked curiously as to what it was. I told her it was KY-Gel. Seeing the question mark on her face, I told her it is a lube that helps penetration. When I explained her how painful it can be to penetrate a thick cock into her ass without applying this lube, she realized about my plans. I saw shock in her eyes and her face turned flushing red.

I ran my middle finger along her ass crack while relaxing her with, "Don't worry. It won't hurt. In fact, it is more pleasurable than normal sex." This fondling and occasional soft push of my finger into her puckered hole got her into mood. I told her to be on all her fours (doggy-style) and arch her back. This got her ass shamelessly being displayed for me and my eyes. I gently pulled down my pants and underwear at once. The thick dark cock was now staring at the delightful sight of Medha's ass.

I opened the tube of KY-Gel and took some of the gel on my finger. I then brought the finger in contact with her ass. My finger ran lightly along the rim of her asshole. This gave her a strange kind of ticklish feeling. She instinctively thrust her arse onto my finger. This caused the lube-coated finger dip deeper into her hole that stayed virginal all these years. The way she was gobbling up my finger down her back-door, I knew she was getting a thrill out of this new experience.

I then stood in front of her and gave her some lube in one of her hands and gestured her to apply it on my cock. She ran her hand across my dark thickness and smeared it all over it. I was now ready for the big move.

I climbed right on top of her and caught hold of her hanging boobs while aligning the tip of my penis to the hole of my desire. With one gentle shove, it went deep inside her. As it penetrated her nether hole, she gave out a loud scream. Her face turned back to look into my eyes. She had both fear and wild lust on her face. I told her to relax so that her anal muscles were more receptive to my cock. As her caught her breath, I started giving her slow and rhythmic thrusts into her virginal hole that was left pure even by her husband.

As she started picking the rhythm, I could see pleasure on her face. Soon the thick cock was hitting the pleasure wall that internally separated her pussy from her rectum. She seemed to be totally lost in a burst of heavenly pleasure she never thought was possible. Occasionally, I would stop the thrusts to prolong the climax. As I would wait inside her ass for the throbs to subside, I could see her restlessness in getting the most of her share of pleasure by thrusting her ass into me. She gyrated her ass in a slow dancing motion. Riding her from behind, I had my hands full, holding her firm, big boobs that felt so sexy to touch even after my hands having been used to playing with them since last so many months.

My thrusts started getting violent and her moans that much more louder. I could hear her moaning my name, "Oh Sushil, have no mercy on me. Fuck my ass real hard. Godddd..it feels so good!" Occasionally I allowed one of my hands let go of her boobs and go down to her pussy. This way, as I pumped my cock down her ass, I finger-fucked her pussy. Soon she was at a very different level of orgasm and I too, burst into an explosion that flooded her ass-hole with a huge lot of cum.

We were both perspiring like hell and she was dripping my cum out of her ass onto the bed as her hubby looked at us from the photograph and she was shamelessly giving a satiated expression to her lover boy.

As we got dressed up and returned to the hall, the tea was still lying on the table. We reheated it and sat sipping at it. "Sushil, we don't have much time. Our affair must end soon as my hubby is returning next week", she said, sadness written all over her face. I took her waist in an embrace and cheered her up, "Don't worry Medha. We will find a way to keep meeting secretly even then". I looked into her eyes. We smiled and ended in yet another passionate kiss.

My Lustful Neighbor - The beginning of an affair

This is in continuation of the first part My Lustful Neighbor.

So the deal was struck with my next door neighbor, Medha. She wanted to restart her programming career for which I would help her understand ASP.Net about an hour a day. In return, she would treat me a hot cup of tea

Of course, there was an unspoken part of the deal. Of course, when a 20+ guy with his testosterone levels flowing meets a good looking woman every day alone (almost - sometimes her kids would be around), it won't be for the stated purpose. Undoubtedly, sex had got to be a part of the deal. But this is India. One has to tread slowly. One misreading of the situation and body language can screw up one's image.

So the first week or two were mostly nothing beyond technology. But gradually she opened up to me. We talked about things other than programming. I stayed beyond completing my cup of tea to spend more time with her. The meetings happened more often when her kids were away to school. This was the time we became more tactile with each other. Sometimes my hand would rest on her shoulder while explaining her something. Some other times, she would inadvertently rest her hand on mine on the pretext of taking over the mouse from me. Our talks started becoming more flirtatious.

Once I recollected to her the incident during Holi celebration, when we were playing the couple dancing game and how embarrassed we both felt upon dancing so close to each other. We both laughed merrily while recollecting the incident and then there was a long silence. Our eyes were locked into each other and the partly open and hungry lips were telling something to each other. Gradually they came close to each other. With one hesitating brush of the lips against each other, we had realized that this was the end of learning .Net and a beginning of something new. Something very wild and sinful.

It isn't easy to break a marital promise. Medha pulled back from that first kiss, visibly embarrassed. "Sushil, I haven't done this with any other man and I think it is not right", she said as she readjusted the dupatta of her punjabi dress. "There is always a first time. But I can understand, Medha. Take your time", I replied. The experienced lecher in me knew that the fruit had turned ripe and within no time, it will fall on my lap. I need not hurry up. I wrapped up and left her home for the day.

The next couple of days went mostly in complete silence. There was not much of programming to discuss. It was just another Saturday when she opened the door and I could sense there was something different about her. I couldn't figure out what. Something very subtle that hinted that she was ready to take a leap into the unknown territory. Probably a hint of a naughty smile. I noticed that she was draped in a saree instead of the punjabi dress she usually wore. As I sat next to her in front of the desktop, I observed her beautiful curves.

If it were not for her pulling out of the kiss the other day, I would have put my arm around her waist while teaching her. The saree was of a translucent material that showed the low cut blouse within. The deep cleavage seemed to be telling me something. The dark oval of her navel was doing everything to tickle my manhood. She did not seem to be paying any attention to what I was speaking. "I'm sorry about the other day", she said suddenly and then paused, her eyes in my eyes.

The next thing I knew was that we were lip-locked for the next few minutes into a very passionate kiss. The taboo was finally committed and there was no returning back. My hands were all over her naked waist, feeling the curves that I had only seen through her wet punjabi dress during the holi celebration. I moved the pallu of the saree to reveal her luscious navel and lightly ran my index finger around it. She squirmed and moaned uncontrollably. Finally the pallu gave in and dropped down. She did not bother to readjust it. Yes, it is a sin. So be it.

Those tits already appeared absolutely perked up through her red blouse. I went down kissing around her neck and close to the deep cleavage while caressing around her waist and back. She did not like seeing clothes on me any more. So I could see her pulling at my t-shirt. I helped her in getting rid of it. She stood up in front of me, non-verbally suggesting me to unwrap the saree around her.

As I did so, there was a surprise awaiting me. Usually women wear a petticoat underneath a saree. In Medha's case, it was missing. As I pulled her out of saree, I could see her smooth, shining dark legs with only a thin, red panty covering her nudity. With one deft move, I made her sit on my lap. The large cock, in spite of a layer of my pants as well as underwear was already thrusting wildly at her ass.

Within no time, I undid the hooks of her blouse and now this beauty was just wearing a red bra and a matching panty. She kept giggling shamelessly as I fondled and tickled her boobs. She slipped down my lap and turned towards me. Her hungry eyes were asking for permission to unzip me. As I smiled at her, slyly, she went for my belt and then opened my pants. I lifted up my ass for her to pull them down. The bulge in the underwear was having an effect on her.I opened the bun of her dark hair and let those long hair flow down her back.

She was now a Goddess of Eroticism. I could feel her desire to wrap her pouting lips around my thick manhood. So I ended her suffering by pulling down my undie. From the look on her face, it appeared like she had never seen some cock that thick and dark. As she waited for instructions, I guided her fingers around the thickness. Beyond that, she was on her own. Fingers of one hand, playing with my genitals and the crack of my ass underneath while the other ran along the length and the breadth of my cock.

The precum was glistening at its tip and was emanating a sexy odor that was taking her to the next level. I ran my fingers on her back and unsnapped her bra. As it fell off, the pair of perked up tits were looking back at me. There was no pretense of shyness any more. I moved some traces of her hair that were covering a part of her boobs. They were absolutely firm, appeared almost untouched. As I felt her firmness, her moans became wilder. She got up again, allowing me a free hand at removing her panty. As the panty went off, I was in for another surprise.

I did not expect her to be clean-shaven down there. Most of my other bhabhis weren't. But the way Medha smelt, it appeared like she had freshly shaved herself. So she was prepared for the event. I turned her around to see if her naked ass matched what I had visualized it to be like through the wet punjabi dress during Holi. I was mesmerized by its beauty. I made her bend against the working desk while I caressed those pair of cheeks, occasionally thrusting my middle-finger into  the crack of her ass or her wet pussy from behind. She couldn't bear the pleasure spasms this was causing and kept moaning louder with each thrust.

I turned her around and let her ride me. I aligned her now wet pussy with the tip of my cock and gently brought her down as the cock smoothly penetrated her tight opening. With one hand I muffled her mouth so that her loud moan did not leave the room. Spasms went down her nerves as I penetrated deep into the wilderness where probably her hubby also may not have ventured (on a later day she had confided in me that he was much too small). I clasped her ass cheeks and gave them support as she rode up and down my length - first in slow rhythmic motion and then going uncontrollably wild.

As I neared orgasm, I stopped her to prolong the fun that had just started. She also seemed completely insatiable. As soon as we resumed the ride, she had one hell of an orgasm as she bit my hand while trying to muffle her voice. The ride was at its peak and I kept stopping every once in a while to keep prolonging it to the point at which, with one big thrust, I gave out all of the cum into her cunt.

As we settled, her head rested on my shoulder, completely satisfied from the fuck. We stayed naked for a while. It was about time, her kids were to return when we parted. We both knew that this was just a beginning of a long affair. I knew that I had caused the debauchery of yet another woman in my building.

My Lustful Neighbor

It was a lazy monsoon afternoon with heavy rains in Mumbai. In this city, when it rains, it pours! The infrastructure comes to a grinding halt and offices shutdown. Nothing much was happening except that my neighbor had invited me for a cup of hot chai. Chai was just one of the things that was coming up. While I was sitting in her hall, waiting for the chai, the afternoon was getting potent with a lot of possibilities. Possibilities - with her hungry, lustful eyes, semi-transparent gown that she was wearing and our past sexual escapades, hot, steamy sex was not just a possibility. It was a certainty. It was the kind of sex that was still in the realm of possibilities.

Medha, my next door neighbor is a dusky Maharashtrian beauty. That she is married and has kids is just incidental. 6 months into the affair, her marital status carries no value to either her or to me. What suffices is that she has a lovely pair of dark boobs and even darker cherry toppings on them. A shapely waist and a well-rounded butt making me feel very horny every time she sways her hips while walking.

We had been neighbors for quite some time but the first time I noticed her sexuality was when my apartment complex was celebrating the Hindu festival of colors - Holi. The music was playing full blast, colors were flying around randomly and people were wetting each other with buckets full of water. Suddenly a pair of female hands came from behind me and applied color on my cheeks. "Happy holi, Sushil dada", exclaimed a sweet voice. As I cleared my face to look at her, I saw the completely soaked body of this woman. It was Medha and never before had I seen her in that form. Her soaked Punjabi dress was missing a dupatta that would have otherwise covered her womanhood.

In the brief silence that followed, my eyes were transfixed on the shape of her breasts and the perked up nipples that were thrusting out of her punjabi top. As I regained from the shock, I smiled back and applied color to her cheeks too. For a moment, it did cross my mind to go beyond what can be termed as "Good touch" but better sense prevailed and I decided against it.

At the lunch buffet that followed, I spent some time talking to her. I learnt that her husband Umesh has been out on a contract for a few months to Dubai and I could sense that she was a typical, bored housewife. There were games to be played after the lunch. The women had assembled to play a game of Musical Chairs. As the music played on, the women were walking around the chairs. Also present were some other seductresses from the building, a few of whom, I had an opportunity to share a bed with in the past. Maya Bhabhi - with thick, pouting lips, who had on multiple occasions given me wildest of blow-jobs was looking very hot. So was Jaya. She was still unmarried at 35. Besides the fun I had with her at her home, there were many times we made out in the building's lift as well as parking space.

But at the moment, my eyes were on my new prey - Medha. As the music played into the 5th round and she still survived in the game, my X-ray eyes penetrated her wet punjabi dress that was sticking to her ass. With a little bit of imagination, I had stripped her completely naked in my mind. I knew this dark babe needs a good fuck from me and that day on, I kept looking for opportunities.

I didn't have to wait too long. She created it for me, herself. While talking to my mom, one weekend, she mentioned about how she was working as a programmer before she got married. She had a career that had to be ended abruptly as she moved to this city after marriage. It has been years and the technology has changed but she wants to get started again, especially to kill the boredom since Umesh is away for months. I had overheard the conversation from my room. On the pretext to collect a book from the hall, as I entered the hall, she asked me if I knew ASP.Net. I told her that I was a geek. She pounced on the opportunity and asked me if I can teach her. Her body language told me that it was not as much about ASP.Net as it was about sex.

Meanwhile, as I was reminiscing on how it all started, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of me. She then proceeded to come and sit next to me but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. She lost her balance and fell on my lap. I hugged her waist into a tight embrace and started kissing passionately on her neck and ear while my hands moved around her waist, navel and then onto her boobs.

While I enjoy my hot cup of tea and more with this beautiful neighbor, you guys wait for the next episode to know how the ASP.Net lessons turned into a full-blown sex affair with her.

Anal ecstacy with a malayali teenage girl

This is a real story involving a real girl in my neighborhood. The name also is real because, well how does it matter? There are so many girls named Prabha. Prabha was a typically Malayali girl - dusky complexion, big eyes, thick, long and coiled hair and pouting lips that seemed to suggest she wanted to suck a huge cock. Even in her teens she had developed a huge set of boobs that seemed to defy gravity.

I was 15 years elder to her and had seen her grow up in front of me. She called me dada (elder brother). I was known for being good at mathematics. So a lot of parents used to send their teens to get their doubts cleared from me. I wasn't a lecher and hence never had sexual thoughts about anyone back then. But Prabha was different. As she grew up, her anatomical changes had started having an effect on me.

I also noticed changes in her behaviour towards me. Often I thought she used to bring me some very silly doubts, though I wasn't sure if it was with an intention to meet me more often. While talking too, her voice appeared to be a bit on the seductive/naughty side, though I thought it was my illusion. But it was her big boobs that always gave me a thick rock between my legs whenever I taught her some math. Once she was gone, I had to offload a thick load of cum. I always fantasized of me and her naked and visualize her dark boobs bouncing around but never acted on the fantasies until that fateful day.

It was a lazy, rainy day and I had not gone to office because of heavy rains. Prabha's school also had declared early closure. On returning home, she noticed me at my window. She gave her usual smile and told me, "Dada, I have some doubts and want to meet you" to which I replied back "Anytime, Prabha!".

Just as I was day-dreaming of the possibilities with me and Prabha alone for the next few hours, the door-bell rang. There stood this beautiful, buxom malayali teen with a smile on her face and a couple of books in her hand. I gestured her to come in. She also seemed to have something in her mind too because she was dressed up differently this time. Her red T-shirt seemed to be one size too short and she was wearing a relatively short skirt that flaunted her hairless dark legs. As she sat, I could see her T-shirt exposing a bit of her waist and the skirt was way above her knees.

She said she had a test coming up and wanted me to give her some random problems to solve and help her if she got stuck on some concept. As I gave her a first couple of problems to solve, she did not seem to show much interest. While she kept struggling with them, I had my gaze fixed at her body. Her nipples were causing an impression through the t-shirt and increasing my urge to play with them. I started become a bit tactile with her. While explaining, I would touch her arms slightly, brush past her fingers a couple of times. Her indifference encouraged me to reach out for her waist, first over her T-shirt and then just a little bit longer on the naked part of waist. This intimacy seemed to be having an effect on her as I could see a slight blush on her face. At one point of time, while explaining her how to solve one problem based on pythagoras theorem, I rested my hand very lightly on her bare thigh.

I told her, "Now hopefully all your doubts are clear. So I won't be answering any further questions. You have to answer them on your own." Took one pause and a long breath and then said, "Here's the deal - one question at a time - you answer, you can get me to do anything. But if you don't, you have to obey me". She seemed to be oblivious to what the deal meant when she agreed to it.

I started off by giving her an algebra problem to expand the brackets and 5 min to solve it. As usual, Prabha struggled to multiply signed numbers and came up with a wrong answer. She looked into my eyes with anticipation whether the answer is correct or not. I looked at her angrily and shouted at her "I have explained you how to solve this so many times. Why is this so difficult for you?". She already had some tears in her eyes. After a bit of silence, I reminded her of the deal.

I told her to remove her T-Shirt and hand it over to me. She was scared and couldn't believe what she heard. She pleaded for another chance. I asked, "Prabha, you have a choice. Either you are removing your T-shirt yourself or I remove it for you". "Dada, I am feeling shy", she held on the hem of her T tightly and blushed. In order to change the mood, I turned gentle with her and calmed her down, "Look Prabha, we both are alone here. What happens here will be a little secret between the two of us. You are so young and beautiful. I'm sure the other guys whom you have shown your flesh must have liked it. So no harm showing it to me, too, dear." I was shocked to know from her that she has not done this kind of thing with anyone else so far. Saying that there is always a first time, I pulled at her T-shirt and started lifting it. As she gave up her reluctance, I got a good view of her narrow waistline, deep navel and as the T moved over her head, the objects of my wild dreams - those large, dark globes still partly hidden under her red coloured bra. With one last manoeuvre, I pulled her T-shirt off and threw it in the opposite corner of the room.

There she was, trying to hide her modesty by folding her hands to cover her cleavage. I whistled and said, "Look at you, at such a tender age, you are already looking like a complete woman" and complimented her size. Her shy smile and heaving chest told me that she had started enjoying this game.

"So shall we move on to the next question, Prabha?", to which she just nodded her head. I scribbled another problem on her notebook and handed it to her. "You can not solve this problem with folded hands, Prabha. Don't worry about your boobs. Shed your inhibitions now, dear". As she bent to write her answer, her voluptous cleavage became available for me to get an eyeful of. They were so large. It was forming a deep valley. It would be just a matter of time in which I will get to see those dark aureoles that have got me to masturbate so many times.

I moved in closer to her, my legs almost touching hers and the left hand resting on the head-rest behind her. She got so conscious with the move that she could not focus on the problem. The arm kept moving behind her, sometimes fondling her left ear, then caressing her bare back and left arm, while she struggled with the pen and paper. “Please don’t do that”, she would coyly whisper with a blush on her face and yet, seemed to be relishing my every move. Finally, she gave up on the problem. “So, now what’s coming off, sweetie?”, I asked with a sly smile as I tickled her back near her bra-strap, in a way gesturing her to remove it. She apparently had different thoughts. Probably, not yet ready to show her prized possessions, she stood up to remove her skirt. I wasn’t complaining. Anyways, I knew pretty soon, she would be standing stark naked right in front of my lustful eyes.

As she unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, the skirt hit the floor and the sexy teen stood in front of me in nothing but her inners. And so sexy lingerie, she was wearing. A red panty to match with her bra. It was hiding nothing except a beautiful tight pussy that had caused a bit of a wet mark on the panty. She was already in ecstasy, it seemed. I pulled her towards me gently and gestured her to sit on my lap while I gave her the next problem to work on.

I usually don’t wear anything underneath my shorts while at home. I keeps my genitals ventilated in the scorching heat and humidity of Mumbai weather. That day too, only my shorts and her thin panty material was separating my bulging cock from her dark, Malayali ass. She kept squirming as my cock kept throbbing underneath, well aligned with her ass-crack. Her dark, thick hair went all the way to her ass and bunched up on my lap, blocking my view of her almost naked back side. So while she kept struggling with the problem at hand, I gently took hold of her hair and moved them over her shoulder to the front. Ogling at her curvaceous back side gave me even bigger erection and it wilding struggled along the crack of her beautiful ass.

Amidst her playful resistance and “Dada, please don’t touch me there” and “Please don’t do that”, I kept running my palms along her waist, feeling every inch of her feminine body, kissed and nibbled at her ears from behind. I showed no hurry to fondle those big boobs but I was losing my patience and wanted my hands full with those globes. But I kept teasing her by moving my hands close to them but not touching them.

As she timed out on the math problem I gave her, I did not have to ask her to strip further. Her hands automatically moved back to unsnap her bra. This was the moment I had waited for all along the months since I first noticed her femininity. This was the moment when I was going to compare these real boobs as against what I imagined them to be like when I used to masturbate. Her bra fell off to her lap. Lo, and behold! This virgin, straight out of Kamasutra was sitting on my lap, topless. I had seen many boobs of varied sizes but never before I had seen this size defying gravity. They were standing firm with the nipples pointing upward. And those aureoles were so dark and large. They must have been larger than a Rs. 10 coin!

By now, she had even stopped pretending shyness or maybe she understood there’s no point attempting to cover herself up anymore. So I whispered in her ear, “Do you even want another problem to lose your panty?!” She gently stood up and took a few strides away from me. As she bent forward with her ass facing me, I knew what to expect next. Slowly her thumbs disappeared into the sides of her thin, red panty and she wriggled her ass to slide that thin material of the cloth separating me from a virgin, naked ass of a dark malayali maiden. And what a sexy pair of cheeks surrounded that puckered hole of hers. Her head turned around with a blushing smile on her face and a naughty look in her eyes. She was checking my reaction to the small strip-tease she was doing in front of me. As she bent to pull her panty all the way down her knees, I could see a bit of her pussy lips peeping from under her ass. 

She stepped out from her panty, completely naked but still facing away from me with the flimsy material of panty in her hand. Then slowly, she turned to show me her wet pussy lips. I pulled her towards me and my palms gently went around her ass cheeks and once again brought her very close to me. She appeared embarrassed by the sharp contrast between me being fully clothed and her complete nudity. I told her, “Since you have been such a good and obedient student, I allow you an opportunity to remove any one piece of clothing from my body”.

Prabha knew what she wanted but did not want to feel like a slut. So she stood there coyly for a while. I told her to hurry up and that it was OK to get rid of all inhibitions. She knelt down and went for pulling off my shorts. She had realized a while back that there was nothing underneath from the way my cock was playing havoc under her ass when she was on my lap. So she was not surprised when she did not see an underwear. Just shocked with the size and texture of what she saw!

That’s the first time she had seen a real cock, although she later confided that she had seen cocks in porn videos. As the shorts came off, the thick monster stood there completely at attention and throbbing hard at the lustful sight of the virgin it will soon get to penetrate. For a moment, Prabha did not know what to do with it. So I guided her to again sit on my lap, this time facing me.

She couldn’t look me in the eyes. But as her eyes drooped, they faced my thick cock. Its tip was glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “You can touch it, Prabha. But be gentle. Don’t break it!”, I whispered in her ear, mischievously. Slowly and gently, her fingers reached out for it, running along its sides with just a feather-touch. This first touch of my teen student got me to a different level of excitement. Now, she had curled her fingers around my thickness, attempting to gauge the girth of my cock. She could barely manage to cover it with her palm. Slowly she moved up and down my length, covering the whole of penis. In so doing, she got her palm sticky and wet with my pre-cum. I grabbed her hand and gently brought her palm near her nose and gestured her to smell my sex.

I took a whiff of it first and then took a long deep breath, trying to cherish that smell of my love juice. She did not need any further guidance for her next logical step. She slid down her lap and knelt in front of me. Her right hand holding my thick tool, her dark pouting lips opened up and approached my throbbing monster. First she satisfied her nose further by smelling me even more. Then her tongue came out to lick me along the length of my cock. As the tongue went down further to feel my red and firm genitals, it gave very ticklish feeling to me. This girl had now turned like a professional. Unlike maths, she seemed like a quick learner in the art of sex. She giggled as I told her that.

But saying that seemed to encourage her further. Because the very next moment, she opened her mouth fully and enclosed the tip of my cock between her lips. With slow movement, its length started sliding inside her warm mouth. One of her hands was cupping my genitals and her lips started going up and down the cock, thereby rubbing me like crazy. Every once in a while, her hand let go of my balls and went down further fondling the pelvic floor and occasionally, one of her fingers would touch the asshole.

In the meanwhile, my hands had found its way to her firm boobs that were making slow rhythmic movements of their own. I rubbed and sometimes pinched those nipples. The excitement got them perked up. This ecstasy was getting reflected in the form of slow moans made by her with her mouth filled up with my dick.

I now wanted to get a feel of her dripping pussy. So I gestured her to rise and sit next to me. She had no trace of hair between her legs. This gave an unhindered view of her feminine beauty. The excited clit appeared absolutely swollen. With the tip of my finger, I encircled around her pussy for a while, merely teasing her anticipation for the touch. Every once in a while, I would move it much too close to her labia but not touching it. I could see her biting her lips and making hissing sounds. At one point, it became so unbearable to her that she clasped my hand and forced it to touch her clit. She gave out a deep “Aaaahhhhh”. For the next few minutes, I kept hitting her clitoris and made her moan in ecstacy. 

I could sense that she was now ready for the final act that would make her lose her purity forever. So I pushed her to sleep on the couch. I got rid of the clothing that still covered my upper body to show my sinewed chest and strong arms. She gulped and gave a scared look as I pulled out a pack of condom to roll it around my cock.

She held my hand and pleaded, “Dada, don’t do that. I don’t want to lose my virginity”. She seemed serious. “Do anything you want but not that, please!”. That did not surprise me. Many of my teen partners told me that. It is still a stigma in the Indian society for a female to have bled before marriage. But not to be deterred, I had my Plan B ready.

I had seen the lovely curves of her beautiful ass and the puckered hole hiding between those cheeks. At this point, it is worth mentioning that I am a master ass-fucker. That’s one hole that most of my female partners did not know, can be fucked and that it is more pleasurable for a woman than vaginal sex. As a result, even many 40+ MILFs had virgin asses. It is such a pity. I had fucked at least 3 married MILFs down their ass and all of them returned to me asking for more of it.

So when I suggest to Prabha, she was shocked. “Your erection is so huge. How will it go down that small hole?!”, she asked. I gave her an assuring smile as my finger had already started circling around the ass-hole. A master in this field that I was, I knew precisely the points on the anal ring where the pleasure points existed. I slowly fingered her there. “Aaaahhh..dada what are you doing?!”, she whispered and moaned. “You like it?”, I asked. “Yessssss”, is what I heard. After patting her hole with the pad of my finger, I started thrusting it little by little, every time a bit deeper than the last time. Within no time, it was half the way inside her ass and pushing at the wall between her rectum and pussy from inside. She started getting really loud. I pulled out my finger and smelt the odor of her arse. It was absolutely sexy and I knew the kind of fun it would be to thrust my cock into it.

She found it very kinky seeing a guy smelling his finger after pulling it out of her arse. I then, went for her pussy with my finger from under her ass. The dripping liquid blended with the smell of her ass. She was on all her fours and thrusting her ass even further back, offering it to me for more. From behind her, I moved my finger to her nose, asking her to check out how sexy that blend of her anal and vaginal fluids smelt. She found it utterly unbelievable. For a moment, I moved away from her and was back with a tube of KY Gel. For the uninitiated, it is a good quality lube that makes anal penetration pleasurable and easy and not painful.

I took some on my index finger and gently rubbed it on her anal sphincter. I took some more and applied it all over my cock, making it ready for the sex that Prabha did not know, was possible. I knelt behind her while she was on her fours, doggy style. I gently grabbed at her waist and landed the tip of my well-lubed cock on her puckered ass-hole. With one gentle push, I entered her nether hole - an uncharted territory for most women but this girl was lucky to get a firsthand experience of her lifetime. She gave out a loud moan. From behind her, one of my hands went out to her mouth to cover her. I knew from experience that this pleasure was uncontrollable for most women. The other hand went out to cup one of her hanging boobs. 

As I thrusted even deeper, I could hear her muffled moans. As I started riding her, her boobs were making rhythmic motion under my palm that was cupping it. After her initial shock, her moans started getting less loud. I released my hand from her mouth and used it to cup her other boob. The cock had now become a red-hot rod pumping really hard inside her ass. She was also instinctively cooperating very well by stretching out her legs further to open up her hole for me.

By now, my moans started getting as loud as hers and the blend of sounds were taking us towards a crescendo that I knew would be the most memorable in both our lives. Every now and then, I would let go of one of my hands from her boobs and go for her pussy. The combination of ass-fuck and vaginal rub caused her to moan and hiss like a mad!

Within no time she was giving out spasms of orgasms more than once. By now I had also reached a point of no return. And then, suddenly I moaned very loud and squirted a huge load of jism into her arse. As I pulled out, it was dripping all over her ass and also the couch. I again left her for a while and rushed back with loads of tissue. I handed some to her to wipe herself off while I used the other to clean the couch to wipe out any evidence of what transpired in the house while others were away.

My affair with Prabha lasted for a few more months. She stayed technically a virgin all through the years but a complete slut otherwise, for me.

Years later after her marriage, when we met in privacy, she confided in me that though her husband was very good on bed, nothing matched the anal sex that the two of us used to have. She never asked her husband to try something of that kind. Again, there is another stigma associated with sexual assertiveness shown by women. She is looked at suspiciously and thought of being a slut if she expresses her desire for some unorthodox form of sex. So that part of her body continued to stay reserved only for me. She allowed me to do it about a dozen times after her marriage too. Though I was not allowed entry into her pussy. She had some eccentric idea of faithfulness. No one except her hubby gets access to her pussy. She considered it cheating to be fucked in her pussy, though she was OK with anal sex with another man. But that too, with no one other than me. Anyways, with that kind of a butt, I am not complaining - just pitying her hubby for missing the pleasure that could have been lawfully his!

Sheela Ki Jawaani - Parichay

Yah kahaani us samay ki hai jab iss naam ka gaana abhi release nahi hua tha. Kahani ki naayika Sheela naamak ek kishori hai jisne 2007 mein 14 saal ki umr yaane apni jawaani ki dehleez par kadam hi rakha tha. Shareer uska gadraane laga tha. Jis raftaar se uske sthan aur gudaayen aakaar lene lage the uss se zyaada tezi se uska kad badhne laga tha.

8 vi kakshaa ki shuruaat mein jo school uniform ghutne se 2 inch niche takk aa raha tha woh mid-year takk mein chota hoke ghutono se 2 inch upar aane laga tha. Ghar se jab wah school ke liye nikalti tab mohalle ke awaara nithalle ladke use ghoorke dekhne lage the. School mein bench par baithte uska uniform aur upar aa jaata. "Sanskaari ghar ki bacchiyan paanv failaakar nahi baithti", yah seekh use bhali bhaanti mil chuki thi. To kashaa ke sharaarati ladkon ki laakh koshishon ke baavazud unhe kuch khaas dikhaai nahi deta tha.

Sheela ki saheliyon ka bhi haal kuch aisa hi tha. Madhuri, Amisha, Neha, Khyaati aur Poorvi uski khaas saheliyan thi.Kishoraavastha pahunchne se unki baaton aur vyavahaar mein bhi tabdili aa gayi thi. Pehle padhaai ki baatein zyaada hoti thi. Ab Salman, Hritik ityaadi ki baatein hone lagi. Class ke ladko ke saath ek dusre ko chidhaana, non-veg jokes karna aam ho gaya tha. Sex ki baatein bhi khulkar hone lagi. Poorvi group ki khabari thi. Class ke kis ladke ka kis ladki se chakkar chal raha hai uski masaaledar kahaniyan le aati thi. Neha leader thi. Rules woh banaati. "Ling, Lauda, wagere bolne mein mazaa nahi. Ling ko english shabd Cock bolna chahiye", ekbaar Neha ne kaha. Baat bhi sahi lagi sab ko .Cock bolte samay hotho ka aakar theek waisa ho jaata hai mano Cock muh mein liya ho. Neha ne keh diya to bas woh kayda ho gaya. To bas usi din se ling cock ho gaya aur yoni pussy

Jab Sheela apne bedroom mein ya bathroom mein akeli hoti tab aaine ke aage nagn hokar apne badan ko nihaarti. Apne uroozon (boobs), patli kamar tatha pussy ko dekhkar khayaalon mein kho jaati. Ladkon ke jananaangon ke baare mein bhi use thoda bahut gyaat tha. Kakshaa ke kuch ladkon ke patloono ko aksar usne dekha tha kaise tankar aage tambu ban jaata tha uski zaango ko dekhte hi. Magar kabhi kisi ladke ya mard ko hakikat mein ya photo mein nagn nahi dekhaa tha.

Apni ungliyon se apni pussy ko aahista sahlaate gudgudaate hue vah aksar kalpana karti ki ek tanaa hua cock kaisa dikhta hoga aur use haathon mein lekar kaisa mehsoos hota hoga. Inn khayaalon mein uske paanvo ke beech ke hothon mein nami fail jaati.

Woh chahti thi ke koi mard uski kamseen nagnata ko dekhe magar saath hi ghabrati bhi thi. Aksar woh school pahunchne par girls washroom mein jaakar apni panty nikaalkar bag mein rakh deti. Yeh sochkar use bahut gudgudi hoti ke agar koi ladke ko uski pussy dikh jaaye to kya hoga?! Uski lambaai utni badh chuki thi kee uska uniform ghutno se thoda upar aane laga tha. Jab school bench par baithti tab wohi uniform aur bhi upar aa jaata. Uski evam class ki anya ladkiyon ki taango ka mazaa class ke ladke khoob lootte the. Magar Sheela ko bachpan se kaha gaya tha ke acchi ladkiyaan paanv failaakar nahi baithti. Iss liye woh apni taange aise ek doosre se jodkar rakhti taaki kuch na dikh sake.

Ek din Maths ke teacher Anupam sir ki class thi aur Sheela pehli hi bench pe baithi thi. Sheela ko school ke ladko se zyaada mard teachers mein dilchaspee thi. Use dar tha ki kunvaare ladke se affair karegi to woh ladka apne doston mein baat faila dega aur baat kisi tarah ghar takk pahunch sakti hai. Woh nahi chahti thi ki apni hawas ke kaaran uske maata pita ko sharminda hona pade. Shaadishuda mard apna affair secret rakhte hain. Iss liye woh kisi teacher se affair karna chahti thi. Anupam sir kaafi shistachaari aacharan rakhte the. Magar dikhte bahut hot the. Sheela ki saheliyon mein bhi unke charche hote. 40 ke kareeb umr hogi magar ab bhi muscles khoob takde the. Pehli seat par baithe baithe Sheela khayaalo mein gum thi ke kaisa hoga agar woh aur Anupam sir ek palang par nange soye hoge aur unka bada cock uske muh mein hoga?

Achaanak black board ko bhuste hue sir ke haath se duster gir gaya. Jab ve us duster ko uthaane juke hi the tab Sheela ne kuch kshano ke liye apni taange thodi failaai. Sir ki nazar bilkul usi samay wahi par jaakar atki jaha Sheela chahti thi. Usne jatt se apne paanv wapas jod diye maano woh galti se failaaye ho. Anupam sir ka chehra waisa ho gaya tha maano koi bhoot dekh liya ho. Kuch pal ke liye unki aankhen mili aur turant dono ne apni aankhen sharm se pher li. Yeh ahesaas ki kisi mard ne uski pussy pehli baar dekh li, Sheela ko aur gudgudaane laga. Class khatm hone ko kuch aur minute baaki the. Use talab lagi thi ke woh apni ungli apni geeli pussy mein dubaakar apne sex ki mahek ko sunghe. Dusri or, Sirjee ka dhyaan bhang ho gaya tha aur kuch theek se sikha nahi pa rahe the.

Jaise hi class khatam hui, Sheela washroom ki or bhaagi aur agli class shuru ho tab tak apni pussy ko khoob sehlaaya magar waqt adhik na rehte woh trupt na ho paayi. Jatt se apni panty jeb se nikaalkar pehen li aur wapas class mein aakar  baith gayi.

Yeh uske jeevan ka pehla sexual kand tha. Haalaki abhi Sheela ka sheel bhang nahi hua tha. Magar woh kand agle adhyaay mein bataunga.

An ode to the morning wood!

Of all the things that I covet, my favourite possession is that lovely feeling I get between the legs when I wake up. A feeling of youthfulness.

With each pulsating throb,  it forms an enormous tent in my shorts. The sweet pain is both - unbearable but pleasurable - all at once. And as I enter the washroom and bring it out with my hand to pee,  it's girth gives me a feeling of pride and admiration. I don't want to disturb it by wanking it off.

There appears to be a strong positive correlation between waking up with a firm hot rod between the legs and the freshness I feel the whole day. I pray that all mornings are as pleasurable.

If God were to give me two options - all the world's wealth and strong erections till the day I die, I would choose the latter.

The mystery Zero-Eye-Contact girl

She is beautiful. When she walks by my aisle, swaying her hips in that confident, rhythmic gait, there is nowhere else for my eyes to look but at that sexy waistline. I'm talking about a petite girl in my office. She must be in her early 20's, with tiny but very shapely breasts. But it is that narrow waist-line and beautiful hips that really catch my attention.

But this girl is a mystery. I have seen and talked to her since more than a year. We have many common friends, that ensures that we often sit together at coffee. She is easy to break into a conversation with. Often, I find her to be the one who wants to start up a conversation with me. She merrily laughs at my jokes. But that's when we are in a group. When we bump into each other, she never makes an eye contact with me, even when I pass right besides her. It is impossible not to have noticed me. By now, this has happened so many times that I am certain that she does this deliberately. But then, I wonder how is it possible to avoid eye contact with a particular person without noticing him or her. Every time I see her, I try to figure out if she made a fleeting eye contact during which she noticed me and then moved her gaze away from me. But so far, have never caught that fleeting eye-contact.

Is she demure? Yes, most certainly she is. So frustrated that I am at being ignored by this young lass, that I have tried to notice if she has the same body language with all the other guys in office. In this I feel relieved. I'm not the only one who gets cold shoulders from her. She is the same with all the men. The only time she is in the company of boys is when she has at least one female companion. At other times, she is only with her female friends. As for that zero-eye-contact, I have noticed her do the same with other guys too. It is not as if she completely ignores me. There are those embarrassing times when there is nowhere for her to escape - like when in the same lift standing next to me, when she would give a nervous smile with a "Hi".

Does she have a special someone who is so good that she does not want to look around? I doubt it. Her FB friends are mostly girls. The only guys seem to be her relatives (can make out from their last names)

Is she disinterested in guys? I hope not. It would be pretty unfortunate for us men if such a marvelous piece of art is left for girl-girl thing! She is from a small town and probably has had a conservative upbringing and hence her mysterious body language.

Is she interested in me? That beats me. Every time I see her, she seems to be making deliberate attempts to not give out any signs than can be read as some kind of a preening gesture. Does that conscious attempt itself mean she has some secret crush on me? That could be wishful thinking. But boy, has she got me crazy for her?! It is this very elusive nature besides that lovely walk that has made me go bonkers for her

I wish she opens up a bit and stops being the kind of mystery she is. I wish she gives out some signs. One freaking sign - maybe a twinkle in her eye for that fraction of a second that she looks at me and a slight smile on her face and the next thing I want to do is take her to bed with me!